He wanted to post me in time." The colonel tossed his handkerchief on his writing-table: "Who will be hurt ?" he asked hurriedly, ignoring the reference to the dishonesty of the directors.
"Oh!--a lot of people.

Temple, I know, keeps his account there.

He was short of cash a little while ago, for young Pawson, who has his law office in the basement of his house, offered me a mortgage on his Kennedy Square property, but I hadn't the money at the time and didn't take it.

If he got it at last--and he paid heavily for it if he did--the way things have been going--and if he put that money in the Patapsco, it will be a bad blow to him.

Harry, I hear, is with him--so I thought you ought to know." Rutter had given a slight start at the mention of Temple's name among the crippled, and a strange glitter still lingered in his eyes.
"Then I presume my son is dependent on a beggar," he exclaimed, rising from his seat, stripping off his brown velveteen riding-jacket and hanging it in a closet behind his chair.
"Yes, it looks that way." Gorsuch was watching the colonel closely.