With stately precision he took up the neat bundle of checks which he had just indorsed, ran them over, slipped one from under the rubber band, and scanned it with great deliberation.

He could not afford to offend a good customer, but he could thus subtly rebuke such hasty and slipshod methods.
"Yes, it is on the Commercial." He held it out inquiringly.
"Thought so!" snorted the other.

"Dolt! Imbecile! Ass! I'll apply for a guardian.

Fix you out this time!" He whipped out fountain pen and checkbook.

"National Trust Company (guess I've got enough _there_).
Pay to J.C.Mendenhall & Co .-- how much was that ?" He took the check from the unresisting Mendenhall, spread it out on the desk with a sprawling gesture, tore it to strips with the same impetuous vehemence, and threw it in the waste-basket.