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THE LOW SPOT 185
which he foresaw. Then he called on Morris Kohn, offering for ^25,000 an interest he held in the Penny Arcade business. He had been turning a smiling and inscrutable face to the outer world. Before this relative and old associate, however, he dared let down a little and express his burning anxiety. Kohn, to save time, himself bought the shares for spot cash. Zukor dumped that into the hole.
*' Then, by that persuasiveness of his, he wheedled the bank into lending him just a little more. But there, Lee informed him, it must stop. While he believed personally in Zukor and his enterprise, he had the directors to reckon with. Probably, from the banking point of view, the time had come to call a halt. In the vaults of two banks lay at that moment more than ^200,000 worth of Adolph Zukor’s notes, secured by some secondhand machinery and a few films which, if the “craze” collapsed during the next few months, would be only spoiled celluloid. Into the yawning chasm went this last loan. The next week Mrs. Zukor insisted on selling her jewels. That sacrifice of affection, together with some small scrapings from the comers of his empty estate, met the next payroll. Long before, Zukor had considered selling his car and giving up his apartment. But he dismissed that idea. News travels fast on Broadway; and there, of all places, to be prosperous you must look prosperous. If his car disappeared, if he moved to poorer quarters, the pack would be down on him. . . .