Well--well--this does look like business." "Pardon me, sir, one minute, if you please--" interpolated Peter to an insistent depositor whom Jack in his impatience had crowded out.

"Now your book--thank you--And Jack"-- this over the hat of the depositor, his face a marvel of delight--"come to my rooms at four--wait for me--I'll be there." Out again and around the block; anything to kill time until the precious hour should arrive.

Lord!--how the minutes dragged.

The hands of the old clock of Trinity spire must be stuck together.

Any other day it would take him at least half an hour to walk up Wall Street, down Broadway to the Battery and back again--now ten minutes was enough.