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The tall banker did not conceal his agitation. Even the short, stout dealer ceased to be a machine. All looked anxious except the Baron. Vivian looked at the table; his Excellency watched, with a keen eye, the little dealer. No one even breathed as the cards descended. The bank's broke: no more play tonight. The roulette table opens immediately."
"If you would only let me know what I can do to thank you," persisted Randolph. "Trust the man that trusts you, and hang on to your trust," returned the president curtly, with a parting nod. Elated and filled with high hopes as Randolph was, he felt some trepidation in returning to his hotel. He had to face his landlord with some explanation of the bank's inquiry.
Nash was observed on one or two occasions going in and out of the bank's private room, at moments corresponding with some of the worst crises of Brand's fortunes. And with regard to other creditors, no one could say precisely how they were worked on, but they certainly showed a surprising readiness to join in the harrying of a struggling and helpless man.
"It was not for my own use, but to save an old friend in trouble. Come in here, sir, and we'll talk it over." He led the examiner into the bank's private office at the rear, and closed the door. There was a desk, and a table, and half-a-dozen leather-covered chairs. On the wall was the mounted head of a Texas steer with horns five feet from tip to tip.
If one's bank balance gets on the negative side of the account, he must struggle to get it back where it belongs; he may even have the help of the bank's attorney to get it there. If one has a besetting sin of any kind, he has to struggle against that. Life is a struggle anyhow, and we are all strugglers struggling to put the facts upon our side.
This, along with the circumstance that the bill was made payable to myself, evidently made considerable impression on the manager and confirmed him in his good opinion of his customer. The unusual features of this bill of exchange led him to relate some of the inner events of the bank's history, during which I asked him what precaution the bank took against forgery.
"They reminded me of the early spring blossoms in the old country ... the sort that shoot up almost at the melting snow bank's edge... The flowers here are very gorgeous, but somehow they never seem as sweet." She looked at him curiously, almost with the expectation of finding that he was jesting. This flowering of sentiment was unexpected.
"By some of the bank's people," hesitatingly said Ferris. "You alone knew all of these details! You came here and secreted yourself at the time of the election," sternly answered the avenging Little Sister. "You did not even sleep once in the rooms which you professed to share with him!" "I acted under your father's orders," boldly rejoined Ferris. "He is dead; it is useless to say that!
His heart stood still; prompting the head to remember that it was a package collected by the bank's messenger on a discount, by David St. Clair. Poor Jamie tore off the band. He sat down, and counted the bills again with a shaking hand. There were only forty-eight of them. The packet was two hundred dollars short. And David had brought it in. Two hundred dollars! Only two hundred dollars!
Besides, what good would it do? I couldn't stick to it, and I'm not inclined to run any more risks merely to save the bank's pocket. The bank hasn't treated me so well as all that. I propose to rely on your bounty till I've time to turn round." "Now, shall I come for you?" I asked her when we had arranged the other details. "I think not," she said.
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