I presume," he added, with the air of one
suggesting a happy explanation, "I presume no one has--ah--been
sufficiently interested. It would have been peculiar if they had been,
of course."
"Hum!... Well, I hope you won't think I am impudent for remindin' you to
look out."
"Oh, no, indeed. It is very nice of you to take the trouble. I like it,
really I do."
The office of Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot was closed when his train
reached Boston, so he went to a hotel and remained there over-night.
But he was on hand at the banking office early the next morning. In the
interval he had time for more reflection and, as a result, he determined
not to go to Mr. Barbour with his business. The fear that knowledge of
what he was about to do would reach Cousin Gussie's ears was strong upon
him. Doubtless it was a fact that he had a right to do what he pleased
with his own money, but it was also a fact that Cousin Gussie seemed
to think he had no such right. Barbour was the Cabot secretary, or
assistant secretary, so decidedly it was best not to go to Barbour.
It was Minor whom he saw as he entered the banking house and to Minor he
divulged his business. Taking from his pocketbook the Tinplate check, he
asked if he might have it--ah--broken up, so to speak.
"You see," he explained, "I want to get--ah--five thousand dollars."
Minor appeared rather puzzled at first, and Mr.
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