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Graylock had claimed that he intended to borrow enough on these papers to tide him through his present difficulties; personally, however, the cashier knew that he was in so deep that even this large amount would only have stayed the inevitable for a short time.
"Then, sir, I have a piece of news for you that will undoubtedly bring you great joy. The missing securities have been found, Mr. Graylock!" he said, emphatically. "Impossible!" gasped the wretched man, turning still more pallid. "Not at all, Mr. Graylock, not at all.
Trees were thick on either hand, oaks, pines, and others; and marble occasionally peeped up in the road and there was a lime-kiln by the wayside, ready for burning. Graylock had a cloud on his head this morning, the base of a heavy white cloud.
"He has found what he sought, and therefore he comes back again." "What! then you are Ethan Brand himself?" cried the lime-burner, in amazement. "I am a new-comer here, as you say, and they call it eighteen years since you left the foot of Graylock. But, I can tell you, the good folks still talk about Ethan Brand, in the village yonder, and what a strange errand took him away from his lime-kiln.
I do not believe he has the feelings of other men, or cares for a living soul beyond himself." "Now, don't feel so badly over this affair, mother dear. It will all come out right, just as Mr. Winslow says. Mr. Graylock may find that after all he did not put the negotiable papers in the envelope but no, that couldn't be, for the cashier owns to having handled them at the time. Perhaps Mr.
Day after day, in imagination, he had followed Graylock, night after night, slyly, stealthily, shirking after him through busy avenues at midday, lurking by shadowy houses at midnight, burning to see what expression this man wore, what was imprinted on his features; obsessed by a desire to learn what he might be thinking with death drawing nearer.
Guilder's patient, bored, but moderate voice was raised once more: "In regard to the letting of these contracts " But Graylock, staring at Quair's back, neither heeded nor heard him, for his brain was still ringing with the mockery of Quair's words "What is a woman between friends?" And now, for the first time, he was beginning to understand what the answer might be.
Graylock had been in consultation with the bank officials daily of late, and there seemed to be a look on his face that was more than the keen, shrewd business expression people were accustomed to seeing there. Could it be that he was having troubles financially?
Winslow had seized upon with such alacrity, how could they ever hope to prove it, since there seemed to be no way in which either of them could enter the home of Archibald Graylock, and make a search for the missing securities.
Then he returned to the little room back of the offices to finish his lonely lunch; for Pliny was away from his desk three days now with an attack of summer complaint nothing serious, but keeping him at home for a short season. Five minutes later he saw Mr. Graylock pass out. Then one of the tellers returned and the cashier went home to his dinner.
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