But Lord! you don't suppose that I'd bank anywhere else while you are in the business--checks, dividends, and all that; but in this matter I felt you knew, old chap.

I didn't want to talk to a banker nor to a bank, but to Jim Stacy, my old partner." "Barker," said Stacy curtly, "how much money are you short of ?" At this direct question Barker's always quick color rose, but, with an equally quick smile, he said, "I don't know yet that I'm short at all." "But I do!" "Look here, Jim: why, I'm just overloaded with shares and stocks," said Barker, smiling.
"Not one of which you could realize on without sacrifice.

Barker, three years ago you had three hundred thousand dollars put to your account at San Francisco." "Yes," said Barker, with a quiet reminiscent laugh.

"I remember I wanted to draw it out in one check to see how it would look." "And you've drawn out all in three years, and it looks d----d bad." "How did you know it ?" asked Barker, his face beaming only with admiration of his companion's omniscience.
"How did I know it ?" retorted Stacy.

"I know YOU, and I know the kind of people who have unloaded to you." "Come, Stacy," said Barker, "I've only invested in shares and stocks like everybody else, and then only on the best advice I could get: like Van Loo's, for instance,--that man who was here just now, the new manager of the Empire Ditch Company; and Carter's, my own Kitty's father.