The Coffee Trader

The brawny man’s breath smelled remarkably sweet for a man who had been drinking beer and feasting upon onions, but his mustache was slick with grease, and Miguel shrank back from the disquieting intimacy.

“Last time I saw you,” he said directly into Miguel’s ear, his voice hardly more than a whisper, “a man asked me as I left if I might be your acquaintance. Some Jew fellow, I believe. Asked me if I’d be interested in helping him out a bit.”

Miguel looked at Geertruid, but she paid them no attention at all. She was laughing aloud at something in the news sheet, and much of the tavern laughed with her.

“I think this fellow must have been some rogue, out to trick both you and me,” lied Miguel. Who could this Jew fellow be, Parido? One of his spies? Daniel? Joachim, somehow pretending to be a Jew?

“Just as I thought. Besides, I won’t squeeze a friend’s friend. It’s not my way.”

“I am glad to know it,” Miguel murmured.

Hendrick patted his shoulder once more, this time a bit harder, something just short of a blow, and then swayed off, knocking one table and then another on his way out.

Miguel wondered if perhaps he should have thanked the fellow, both for the information and for not, as he had so menacingly phrased it, putting the squeeze on him. But Miguel had no mind to go about thanking men such as Hendrick for the harm they didn’t do.

“Well, now, beautiful madam,” Miguel said, to summon Geertruid’s attention. “We have much to discuss, haven’t we?”

She turned to face Miguel, flashing something like surprise, as though she had forgotten that anyone sat at her table. “Oh, senhor. I long to hear what you have to say.” Geertruid pressed her hands together. Her left eye showed a sudden twitch. “With any luck you have been thinking about coffee as much as I have.”

Miguel called for a beer while Geertruid brought out a small leather pouch containing the sweet tobacco she favored. “I have,” he told her. “You have seduced me with your proposal.”

She beamed at him. “Have I now?”

“I’ve been lying awake thinking of it.”

“I never knew my ideas had such an effect on you.”

The serving boy placed a tankard before Miguel. “So, let us discuss particulars.”

Geertruid finished refilling her pipe, lit it with the oil lamp on the table, and leaned forward. “I love to talk of particulars,” she said, in a breathy voice. She puffed at her pipe, sending forth clouds of smoke. “I won’t pretend to be surprised to hear you are with me, however. I knew from the begi

Miguel laughed. “Well, before we proceed, I thought we should work out a few details. If I am to enter into trade with you, I should like to know the conditions.”

“The conditions will depend on your plan. You do have a plan, don’t you? Without a sound idea, my capital will hardly be put to good use.”

A genuine laugh escaped Miguel’s throat, but his emotions ran somewhat higher than he demonstrated. Geertruid had the capital. That was the very thing he needed to hear.

“Madam, I’ve devised a plan so clever you will think you’ve gone mad. This idea of mine.” He shook his head. “Even I can scarcely believe it.”

Geertruid set aside her pipe. She pressed both palms upon the table and leaned in toward Miguel. “Tell me everything.”

So Miguel told her everything. He spoke of his idea with a kind of clarity he had not known he possessed-from the earliest details of the pla

Geertruid remained silent for a moment after he had finished. Finally she sat back. “Remarkable.” She ventured to take a sip of beer. She took another sip and looked up with the appearance of a woman who has just been awakened from an unpla

Miguel felt himself gri

“We’ve a great deal to do, it’s true. We’ll have to plan this business down to the minute. We’ll have to hire agents-at least a dozen of them-to act for us where we ca

She slapped the table with her hand-not hard, but hard enough to send Miguel’s nearly empty tankard rattling. “By the grace of God, this scheme of yours is-well, I ca

“However.” Miguel cleared his throat before begi

She picked his hand up gently, as though fearing it might fall and shatter were she to drop it. “I have been my own mistress long enough to understand that capital is but one element of the business. Do not think because I put forth the money that you will suffer for it. I propose a split of fifty percent. With all the capital in the world I could not do this thing without you. Is that not the way in Amsterdam, the way that has made this city great? We rule the world because we have devised joint stock companies and corporations and trading combinations to share the danger.” She gave his hand a good squeeze. “And the wealth.”

“The thing of it is,” Miguel said hesitantly, “I ca

“Then we’ll use my name, virginal as an infant’s. It hardly matters what name we use.”

“Of course,” he agreed. “We should perhaps be clear on the degree of the togetherness and determine to keep our business from everyone, including our nearest friends.”

“You mean Hendrick.” Geertruid laughed. “He hardly understands the nature of a transaction so complex as buying a prune pie. I would never tax his brain with such a thing as this, even if it were not a secret. You needn’t worry there. And even if he were to catch some wind of our plan, and even if he were to understand it, he would never tell a soul. There is nowhere to be found a man with more loyalty.”

He paused to consider how he wished to word his next concern. “We have not yet discussed the requirements of this plan or the scope of your resources.”

“My resources have their limits,” Geertruid agreed. “How much do we require?”

Miguel spoke quickly, wanting this most difficult part resolved. “I believe that, in order to perform these tasks, I’ll require of you no more than three thousand guilders.”

He waited. A man could live in great comfort for a year on three thousand guilders. Could Geertruid have so much at her disposal? Her husband had left her an estate of some value, but did she live the life of a woman who could summon three thousand guilders upon command?

“It’s not easy,” Geertruid answered, after a thoughtful pause, “but it can be done. When will you need it?”

Miguel shrugged, trying hard to contain his glee. “A month?” Best to act as though three thousand guilders were of no importance. In fact, seeing how easily she agreed to the sum, he at once regretted not having asked for more. Had he requested four thousand, he might have used the extra money to pay off some debts and provide a little room to breathe-surely a legitimate business expense.