But I'm not here to talk about percentage--that may come in later.

I came to save Mr.Guthrie's time.

I was to bring you down to see him if you were the man and everything was clean, and if you'll go--and I wouldn't advise you to stay away--I'll meet you at his office at twelve o'clock sharp; there's his card.

It isn't more than four blocks from here." Jack took the card, looked on both sides of it, tucked it in his inside pocket, and said he would come, with pleasure.

Ballantree nodded contentedly, pulled a cigar from his upper breast pocket, bit off one end, slid a match along his trousers until it burst into flame, held it to the unbitten end until it was a-light, blew out the blaze, adjusted his derby and with another nod to Jack--and the magic words--"Twelve sharp"-- passed out into Broadway.
Ten minutes later--perhaps five, for Jack arrived on the run--Jack bounded into Peter's bank, and slipping ahead of the line of depositors, thrust his overheated face into the opening.