Peter Johnson inspected the draft carefully.
"So much for the bank for to-day, the nineteenth," said Pete.

"Now a few kind words for you as the individual, Mr.George Marsh, quite aside from your capacity as a banker.

You report to Zurich that I applied for a loan and you refused it--not a word more.

I'm tellin' you! Put a blab on your office boy." He rolled his thumb at young Hudson.

"And hereafter if you ever horn in on my affairs so much as the weight of a finger tip--I'm tellin' you now!--I'll appear to you!".