The Pressure at Forty Fathoms
Cornelius Van der Meer had been accumulating pressure for thirty-seven years, and unlike steel or iron or the flesh of lesser men, he did not yield. He accumulated. Every quarter of falling margins on the Erie line, every piece of bad news from the commodore in New York Central, every whispered rumor that the House of Morgan was looking at his books—it all went into the same place. A vault...
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