"I want the cashier!" Mr. Minturn was saying.
"Don't his voice just make you feel like you were on the rock of ages?"
whispered Mickey.
Mrs. Minturn smiling nodded.
"Hello, Mr. Freeland. This is Minturn talking--James Minturn. You will
remember some securities I deposited with you not long ago? I wish to use
a part of them to pay a debt I owe Mr. Winton. Kindly credit his account
with--oh, he's there in the bank? Well never mind then. I didn't know he
was back yet. Let it go! I'll see him in person. And you might tell him
that his daughter is at my office. Yes, thank you. No you needn't say
anything about that to him; we'll arrange it ourselves. Good-bye!"
"Now where am I at?" demanded Mickey.
"I don't think you know, Mickey," said Mr. Minturn, "and I am sure I
don't, but I have a strong suspicion that Mr. Winton will be here in a few
minutes, and if his mission has been successful, his face will tell it;
and if he's in trouble, that will show; and then we will know what to do.
Mr. Bruce would like to know he is here, and at the bank I think.
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