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By Harold Carter
Horton had smelled .tuberoses
many times during his 40 years, but
three times especially did the scent
linger with him. The first time it
was when Doris Thayer plucked him
one of the fragrant flowers out of
her garden and he kissed the hand
that held it The second was the
scent of the tuberose spray that he
had sent, as it lay upon the coffin.
The third time was in Wall street, on
a hot August day, with not a tube
rose within a dozen miles of him.
He had just had a visit from
Strother and Morris, his partners in
"YouH come in, Horton?" they
"Yes," said Horton, after a mo
ment's hesitation. But he had tak
en two weeks for his decision.
"If you hadn't we would have bust
you," said Morris. "It's a case of
sink or swim. We'd rather let you in
than have to fight you. But we'd
get you down in the end."
"What about the legal aspect?"
"Tight as a rivet. There isn't a
hole the government can creep
through to get us. Hatzfeld assures
us of that"
"It's against the spirit of the law,
"Absolutely," said Morris. "It will
mean a change in the federal law,
because those who drew it up never
foresaw such a condition as this. But
they can't get us under the law. And
there's forty millions in it" -
"It'll scare the street," said Hqr
ton. "I don't care about that But
how about the little investors in the
"It'll ruin about 40,000,"' said
Strother. "A regular shearing, eh?"
"Yes. Well, count on me, boys,"
When he went out into the street
he smelled tuberoses.
Horton went home, but all the way
the scent pursued him. He could
not free himself from the idea. When
he reached his expensive bachelor
apartment, he rang for Hagan, his
servant, to bring him his tea.
He had had Hagan for five years.
The man was a treasure; he could
not imagine what he would do with7
out him. Hagan appeared, carrying
"You'll Come In?" Horton?"
the tray with the teapot and buttered
toast Horton looked at him. There
was something elusive about the
servant's aspect that afternopn.
"What's the matter with you, Ha
gan?" he asked.
Hagan started. "Why, Mr. Horton,
I didn't know you'd see anything
strange about me," he said, "but I
guess Til have to tell you. I'm going
to leave you, sir."
"Nonsense, Hagan!" said Horton