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Since this has hit him, he doesn't know where he'll get off eventually. I'll tell you." A few minutes after eight o'clock that morning Mr. Illington, president of the Furmville National Bank, had called at the Brevord to see Mr. Withers, who, still holding his room there, was waiting for the delayed morning train. Mr.
"But it was old Mallowe" Blaine's tone was puzzled "who succeeded in transferring all that worthless land he'd acquired to Lawton, when Lawton wouldn't come in and help him on that Street-Railways grab, which would have made him practically sole owner of all the suburban real estate around Illington, wasn't it?" "Sure it was!" laughed Carlis, ponderously.
Here it is." He handed the piece of paper to Withers, who saw that the note had been signed by Maria Fulton and endorsed by Enid Fulton Withers. The husband of the dead woman was too astonished to comment. "We acted as as leniently in the matter as we could, perhaps more leniently than was strictly proper in banking circles," Mr. Illington was pleased to explain.
"Rockamore didn't threaten you, did he?" "He said he would fix it so that I obtained no more positions in Illington," the girl responded, sullenly. "He will tell Miss Lawton that I am deceitful and treacherous and I should no longer be welcome at the club! He said but I will not take up your so valuable time by repeating his stupid threats. Miss Lawton will understand.
"Now," says Auntie, liftin' her purple-decorated lid off one ear and tuckin' a stray lock into her back hair, "I will answer your question. I have just sent Captain Killam back to his hotel." "The Illington?" demands Old Hickory. "No," says Auntie. "It was my fancy that Captain Killam deserved rather better quarters than those you saw fit to provide.
I was in New Harbor, where I live, playing pinochle all night long with two other down-and-outs like myself, in a cheap hall bed-room I, Herbert Armstrong, who used to play for thousands a game, in the best clubs in Illington! And I never knew that the man who had brought me to that pass was gasping his life away! Think of it!
"I tell you I am here at the urgent request of the mayor and the chief of police!" the fat man protested, but faintly, as if the unexpected attack had temporarily winded him. "Why in h ll should I want you to go to Grafton?" "Presumably because Grafton is some fourteen hundred miles from Illington," remarked Blaine, his quietly unemotional tones hardening suddenly like tempered steel.
Illington was of the true banker type, fifty years old, immaculately dressed, thin of lip, hard of eye, slow and precise in his enunciation. He had, apparently, estranged himself from any deep, human feeling. The long handling of money had hardened him. His fingers were long and grasping, and his voice was quite as metallic as the clink of gold coins one upon the other. At Mr.
"Oh, perfectly, perfectly," assented Mr. Illington, much reassured. "We are always glad, at the Furmville National, to do the reasonable and accommodating thing. Yes; that will be thoroughly satisfactory. Ahem! I have a new note here. You might sign it? To keep things regular, in order." Withers signed the new note. It was for five days. Illington got to his feet with stiff dignity.
Illington was glad to see how thoroughly the bereaved husband appreciated the situation. "Quite right, entirely so," he said. "And will you?" "Of course." "Ahem When?" inquired the banker, assuming an expression of casual interest. "I haven't that much money on deposit in Atlanta, but I can get it. I return to Atlanta this afternoon. I can send the money to you tomorrow. Will that answer?"
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