I had authorized Brokaw to act for me, and I found that I was vice-president of one of the biggest legalized robbery combinations of recent years.  More money had been spent in advertising than in development work.  Hundreds of thousands of copies of my letters from the north, filled to the brim with the enthusiasm I had felt for my work and projects, had been sent out broadcast, luring buyers of stock.  In one of these letters I had said that if a half of the lakes I had mapped out were fished the north could be made to produce a million tons of fish a year.  Two hundred thousand copies of this letter were sent out, but Brokaw and his associates had omitted the words, ’If a half of the lakes mapped out were fished.’  It would take fifteen thousand men, a thousand refrigerator cars, and a capital of five million to bring this about.  I was stunned by the enormity of their fraud, and yet when I threatened to bring the whole thing to smash Brokaw only laughed and pointed out that not a single caution had been omitted.  In all of the advertising it was frankly stated that our license was provisional, subject to withdrawal if the company did not keep within laws.  That very frankness was an advertisement.  It was something different.  It struck home where it was meant to strike—­ among small and unfledged investors.  It roped them in by thousands.  The shares were ten dollars each, and non-assessable.  Five out of six orders were from one to five shares; ninety-nine out of every hundred were not above ten shares.  It was damnable.  The very people for whom I wanted the north to fight had been humbugged to the tune of a million and a quarter dollars.  Within a year Brokaw and the others had floated a scheme which was worse than any trust, for the trusts pay back a part of their steals in dividends.  And I was responsible!  Do you realize that, Greggy?  It was I who started the project.  It was my reports from the north which chiefly induced people to buy.  And this company—­a company of robbers licensed under the law—­I am its founder and its vice-president!”

Philip dropped back into his chair.  The face that he turned to Gregson was damp with perspiration, though the room was chilly.

“You stayed in,” said Gregson.

“I had to.  There wasn’t a loophole left open to me.  There wasn’t a single point at which I could bring attack against Brokaw and the others.  They were six veritable Bismarcks of deviltry and shrewdness.  They hadn’t over-stepped the law.  They had sold a million and a quarter of stock on a hundred-thousand-dollar investment, but Brokaw only laughed when I raged at this.  ’Why, Philip,’ he said, ‘we value our license alone at over a million!’ And there was no law which could prevent them from placing that value upon it, or more.  There was one thing that I could do—­and only one.  I could resign, decline to accept my stock and the hundred thousand, and publicly announce why I had broken off my connections with the company.  I was about