Besides, his face was a letter of credit in itself.
"Oh, yes," said Mendenhall unsuspiciously, thinking of the check sent to the Farmers' and Citizens' Bank.

The president, thinking of the other, was fully reassured, and was about to pass on.

Here the matter might have dropped, and would in most cases.

But Mendenhall, a methodical and careful man, wished to vindicate his business prudence by explaining that he had taken no risk in indorsing for a stranger, since he retained possession of the goods.
The rest is too painful.
"I do not rhyme for that dull wight" who does not foresee that New York, Chicago and Denver checks were returned in due course, legibly inscribed with the saddest words of tongue or pen, "No funds." Or that Mr.Britt fully justified his self-given reputation for absence of mind by neglecting to call for his furniture.
Meanwhile, Mr.Britt unostentatiously absented his body as well, taking the trolley for an inland village.

At the time of Mendenhall's interview with the president he was speeding southward across country in a livery rig, catching the Lackawanna local for Binghamton about the time the wires were working and he was being searched for on all Lehigh Valley trains.
"Hello, Kirkland!" he said to the night clerk at the Arlington.