Ruined City (29 page)

He was allowed two books a week from the prison library
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In the first week of his sentence he read both books through in one day, devouring them with the swift efficiency that he gave to all his business matters. He finished that day with the restless, nervous fatigue that he had come to regard as part of a normal life — and was out of literature for the rest of the week
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On the third day he read half of one of the books through again, and was surprised to notice that there was something to be gained by doing so
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By the third month he was taking his books slowly, as a connoisseur, thinking about them and extracting the last ounce from each
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Never before had be had leisure to do that with any book, and he found a new pleasure in reading in this way.

For the first time in his life, too, he had long hours for reflection. He soon found that it was possible to sleep more than twelve hours a day, and he did so for months on end; in spite of that, there were many hours in each day when he had no occupation but to reflect. His reflections were not troublesome to him. He would have to serve two years and three months if he obtained full remission of sentence for good conduct; he had arranged a calendar among the studs on the door of his cell on which he could cross off the days in pencil. He was forty-four years old. It was a pity to lose two years and three months of your life at that age, but it was not an impossibly long time, and he was not distressed by the idea. His sentence had not involved the loss of any money to him personally, and he would still have ample for his needs when he came out of prison. He would never be able to go back to the City. He did not particularly want to do so. But he would have to find some other occupation for his still abundant energy, and it was on that problem that his reflections principally concentrated.

With his restless, vivid imagination that had started so many enterprises in the past, this soon developed into an absorbing occupation. With a pencil on a sheet of paper he planned for himself a course of contemplation, a comprehensive mental survey which would cover the entire field of possible occupations for his later years. He planned his survey in main sections of industries and occupations, with subsections geograpical. Thus on a morning, turning to his page, he would discover that his programme was to consider the timber industry on the west coast of Canada. That day the active brain was dragging out of pigeonholes in that dim filing room we call the memory all that he had ever heard about that industry, the economics, processes, personalities, geography, scenery, potentialities. All day he lay upon his bed, sifting and sorting his material, occupied and amused.

He was, in fact, engaged in living a life of pure contemplation in conditions that were comfortable and yet sufficiently ascetic. His position was entirely comparable to that of a novice in a monastery. The same detachment from the turmoil of the outside world, the same ascetic life, the same long hours of contemplation rule the novice and the prisoner, and Warren found in prison a great part of the peace that a more devout man might find within a monastery.

And with this peace, cause or effect, came sleep. The nervous strain of twenty years came soaking out of him in month after month of quiet, dreamless sleep. He slept, and slept, and slept.

A convict in prison is allowed a visit from a friend or relative after the first four months of his sentence, thereafter every three months; in long sentences the visits grow more frequent as the years go on. The visit lasts for half an hour. Warren's first visit, after four months, was by Lord Cheriton.

They met in one of the visiting-rooms down by the gate.

'We've not got very long,' said Cheriton. 'I came down because I knew that you'd like to hear how things are going on in Sharples, and because I want your advice before our next Board meeting.'

'How did your Extraordinary General Meeting go off?'

'Never a hitch. Only about seven turned up, and those principally because they wanted to see the Yard at work. We elected Grierson to the Board, you know.'

Warren nodded. 'That was the right thing to do.'

'I think so. Now for the orders in hand. The Laevol orders are much more secure now than when you saw them last — the Delaware Oil Corporation have come in on that, you know. The progress payments are practically up-to-date, and I think those ships will be all right. But if they aren't, the North Borneos are in the market for two tankers. Hogan reckons he could shift two of them there, if needs be. But I think they'll be all right with Laevol.'

'Watch out for trickery on the last payment,' said Warren. 'Take nothing but real money.'

Cheriton nodded. 'After the tankers, we've got three small tramps, and one vessel of eight thousand tons — for Carew and Mason. She's at a fair price — the others aren't so good. But the real thing is, we've got a. good chance of a look-in on the Admiralty side.'

'Rearmament?'

'That's right. I went with Hogan to the Admiralty the other day for a formal conference on our capacity. They've got us earmarked for a couple of destroyers, if things get too bad politically and they have to accelerate the programme.'

'That's very good, if it comes off.'

'I don't suppose it will. Now, that's about all of my news. We've got two thousand eight hundred men employed, and that's about our full capacity, unless wc went on night shift and that's not practical upon commercial work.'

He paused. 'Now, what I want from you is this, Warren. Have you got any view about our first year's balance sheet?'

'Plenty,'said Warren.

He leaned his arms upon the table. 'You must make this first year's accounts as bad as ever they can be,' he said. 'You've got a marvellous opportunity to do so now, one that you'll never have again. You must examine every contract that you've got, with Jennings, and Grierson must tell the auditors that every contract will be carried out at a loss. He'll probably be right, of course — but he must pile it on. You've got to make reserves this year against every possible contingency, probable or improbable.'

'I see.'

'You must show in this year all the losses that you're going to make next year, and the year after. If you can swing the figure of this year's loss up to a hundred thousand pounds — that's grand. If you can get the auditors to make it a hundred and fifty thousand — so much the better.'

Cheriton shook his head. 'I don't think we could get it up to that.'

'Get it as high as you can. In your chairman's speech, just say that full reserves have been made in this year's accounts for contracts negotiated by the late chairman. That's literally all you need to say by way of explanation.'

'I don't exactly like the thought of that.'

'I do. Man alive, you've got a chance here to make the Yard secure for the next ten years if you can play your hand the way it should be played. Pile everything into this year's loss, including a lot that really ought not to be there. If you do that, next year you'll be bound to show a profit, and the year after, if you've done it properly this year. Then, as soon as you're showing profits and a decent show of orders in hand, get rid of this year's losses by writing down your capital, pay a dividend, and make another issue to replace the capital.'

'I see what you mean,' said Cheriton at last. 'I'll have to think it over. But we've got nobody upon the Board, now that you're shut up here, to help us in that sort of business.'

Warren smiled. 'That's probably a good thing, in itself. It's possible to be too clever in that way.' He thought for a minute. 'Still, I'm sure that what I've told you is your proper course. Look, go and have a talk with Heinroth. Tell him that you've seen me, and tell him that I've suggested this. Get his advice. He's very close in with the market, and he underwrote the issue, so he'll want to see it go. He's a good chap, too. Tell him I want his help in this thing as a personal matter. Take his advice.'

Cheriton nodded. 'He's a Jew, I suppose?'

'He is,' said Warren firmly, 'and a damn good chap. I did a lot with Heinroth, and he never let me down.'

Cheriton went away, and Warren settled down again to his quiet life. In a short letter, a fortnight later, Cheriton told Warren that he had discussed the Company with Heinroth, and that they were proceeding cautiously upon the lines that Warren had suggested.

He got another letter, a week after that, from Miss MacMahon. 'I don't know,' she wrote diffidently, 'if you would like me to come and see you. I'll understand you if you feel you'd rather not. But Lord Cheriton told me that he's been to see you, and I understand that you are allowed a visitor every three months. I have to come to London early in the New Year, and I could come on down from there. Get a message to me before then to let me know if you'd like me to come down; you know I'd come a great deal farther than that. But I know you can't write very often, so I shan't expect to hear from you before Christmas.'

He had an opportunity that month to include a message to her in a letter writhen to Cheriton by special permission, on matters connected with the Company. He wrote, 'Tell Miss MacMahon I agree with her proposal in regard to the man that she wrote to me about, and I should be glad if she would carry on upon the lines that she suggests.'

She came to him on a raw, windy day in January, when

he had served seven months of his sentence. She got up from the table as he came into the visiting-room.

'I shouldn't have known you,' she exclaimed. 'You're looking so well. Henry — whatever have they done to you? You're looking ten years younger.'

He smiled at her. 'I'm sorry, my dear. That wasn't what was meant to happen to me here.'

'But it has!' She stepped back merrily, and looked at him. 'It's quite absurd. You've put on weight, haven't you?'

He nodded. 'About a stone. I'm up to twelve stone now.'

'You should be more than that.' She came and sat down with him at the table, the warder discreetly in the background. 'You know, Henry, I was afraid you might be terribly run down. I sort of dreaded what you might be like. One thinks about such horrible things — prison, you know. When one doesn't know about it.'

'l know,' he said. 'It's very sweet of you to come.'

'I had to, if you'd let me. And now I find you simply bursting with health like this. My dear, I'm terribly glad. Tell me, do you find the time pass very slowly?'

He shook his head. 'I did for the first week. But now — I don't know. It just slips away.'

She settled down to tell him all about Sharples and such items of the business of the shipyard as she knew. He learned that the town was growing almost normal; new shops had been opened, Woolworths had returned, and the trams were running once again. There was a lot of talk that Lord Cheriton was trying to open up the rolling-mills again. Attendances at outpatients were very much down on last year. The first of the oil tankers had been launched shortly before Christmas, and was now finishing at the quayside. There was a lot of talk in the town that they might have to build destroyers for the Admiralty.

The half hour allowed them for the visit, stretched by the warder in charge to forty minutes, was over before she had been able to tell him half of all her news; Warren went back to his cell, cheerful and content. Equally happily she walked back along the Cowes road to Newport station, to begin upon her long journey back to Sharples.

She came to him again in April, and in July, and every three months for the remainder of his sentence: In the intervals she wrote to him each week, long, informative letters designed to keep him in touch with the world of his business interests, to supply him with the information in the newspapers that were withheld from him. She got into touch with Morgan, still secretary of Warren Sons and Mortimer, and learned from him weekly what his chief would like to know. Besides her own news, and the news of Sharples, her letters told him about commodity prices, the Gold Standard, and the rates on Treasury Bills. He learned about the French Budget from her and about the changes in the Government in Greece, and he was continuously informed about the principal movements of the stock market.

In November 1937 Warren was released, and walked out of the prison a free man.

He had told nobody the exact day of his release; he did not know it himself until a few days previously. He went by bus to Cowes, and thence by boat and train to Southampton and London. There he reported to the Criminal Record Officer at Scotland Yard, and went to a hotel.

Next day, he travelled up to Sharples by night. He breakfasted in Newcastle, and took the local train to Sharples. A talkative gendeman, stout and rubicund, got into the carriage with him, observed that it was a fine morning, and extracted from him the information that he was going to Sharples.

'Eh, Sharples,' he said, wheezing a little., 'Wonderful the way that Sharples has come on. Time was — not so long ago, either — there wasn't a man in work in Sharples. And that's a fact I'm telling you.'

Warren nodded. 'I heard it had a bad time in the slump.'

'Aye. And then there was that financial swindle some years back. One of those fly-by-night City financiers — chairman of the shipyard, too — he got them in a proper mess. Got three years for it, he did, and serve him dam' well right. But since that time they've gone ahead, and they've been full of work this long time past. Building destroyers for the Admiralty now, so they tell me.'