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The Man Who Knew - Edgar  Wallace


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is as great a sinner as any. Look at this?"

      He pushed a check across the table.

      "Here's a bearer check for sixty thousand pounds which has just come in. It is to pay the remainder of the purchase price due to Consolidated Mines. Why they cannot accept the ordinary crossed check Heavens knows!"

      Frank looked at the sprawling signature and smiled.

      "You see, uncle's got a reputation to keep up," he said good-humoredly; "one is not called 'Ready-Money Minute' for nothing."

      The manager made a little grimace.

      "That sort of thing may be necessary in South Africa," he said, "but here in the very heart of the money world cash payments are a form of lunacy. I do not want you to repeat this to your relative."

      "I am hardly likely to do that," said Frank, "though I do think you ought to allow something for uncle's peculiar experiences in the early days of his career."

      "Oh, I make every allowance," said the other; "only it is very inconvenient, but it was not to discuss your uncle's shortcomings that I brought you here."

      He pulled out a pass book from a heap in front of him.

      "'Mr. Rex Holland,'" he read. "He opened his account while I was on my holiday, you remember."

      "I remember very well," said Frank, "and he opened it through me."

      "What sort of man is he?" asked the manager.

      "I am afraid I am no good at descriptions," replied Frank, "but I should describe him as a typical young man about town, not very brainy, very few ideas outside of his own immediate world—which begins at Hyde Park Corner—"

      "And ends at the Hippodrome," interrupted the manager.

      "Possibly," said Frank. "He seemed a very sound, capable man in spite of a certain languid assumption of ignorance as to financial matters, and he came very well recommended. What would you like me to do?"

      The manager pushed himself back in his chair, thrust his hands in his trousers' pockets, and looked at the ceiling for inspiration.

      "Suppose you go along and see him this afternoon and ask him as a favor to put some of his money on deposit. We will pay the usual interest and all that sort of thing. You can explain that he can get the money back whenever he wants it by giving us thirty days' notice. Will you do this for me?"

      "Surely," said Frank heartily. "I will see him this afternoon. What is his address? I have forgotten."

      "Albemarle Chambers, Knightsbridge," replied the manager. "He may be in town."

      "And what is his balance?" asked Frank.

      "Thirty-seven thousand pounds," said the other, "and as he is not buying Consolidated Mines I do not see what need he has for the money, the more so since we can always give him an overdraft on the security of his deposit. Suggest to him that he puts thirty thousand pounds with us and leaves seven thousand pounds floating. By the way, your uncle is sending his secretary here this afternoon to go into the question of his own account."

      Frank looked up.

      "Cole," he said quickly, "is he coming here? By Jove!"

      He stood by the manager's desk, and a look of amusement came into his eyes.

      "I want to ask Cole something," he said slowly. "What time do you expect him?"

      "About four o'clock."

      "After the bank closes?"

      The manager nodded.

      "Uncle has a weird way of doing business," said Frank, after a pause. "I suppose that means that I shall have to stay on?"

      "It isn't necessary," said Mr. Brandon. "You see Mr. Cole is one of our directors."

      Frank checked an exclamation of surprise.

      "How long has this been?" he asked.

      "Since last Monday. I thought I told you. At any rate, if you have not been told by your uncle, you had better pretend to know nothing about it," said Brandon hastily.

      "You may be sure I shall keep my counsel," said Frank, a little amused by the other's anxiety. "You have been very good to me, Mr. Brandon, and I appreciate your kindness."

      "Mr. Cole is a nominee of your uncle, of course," Brandon went on, with a little nod of acknowledgment for the other's thanks. "Your uncle makes a point of never sitting on boards if he can help it, and has never been represented except by his solicitor since he acquired so large an interest in the bank. As a matter of fact, I think Mr. Cole is coming here as much to examine the affairs of the branch as to look after your uncle's account. Cole is a very first-class man of business, isn't he?"

      Frank's answer was a grim smile.

      "Excellent!" he said dryly. "He has the scientific mind grafted to a singular business capacity."

      "You don't like him?"

      "I have no particular reason for not liking him," said the other. "Possibly I am being constitutionally uncharitable. He is not the type of man I greatly care for. He possesses all the virtues, according to uncle, spends his days and nights almost slavishly working for his employer. Oh, yes, I know what you are going to say; that is a very fine quality in a young man, and honestly I agree with you, only it doesn't seem natural. I don't suppose anybody works as hard as I or takes as much interest in his work, yet I have no particular anxiety to carry it on after business hours."

      The manager rose.

      "You are not even an idle apprentice," he said good-humoredly. "You will see Mr. Rex Holland for me?"

      "Certainly," said Frank, and went back to his desk deep in thought.

      It was four o'clock to the minute when Jasper Cole passed through the one open door of the bank at which the porter stood ready to close. He was well, but neatly, dressed, and had hooked to his wrist a thin snakewood cane attached to a crook handle.

      He saw Frank across the counter and smiled, displaying two rows of even, white teeth.

      "Hello, Jasper!" said Frank easily, extending his hand. "How is uncle?"

      "He is very well indeed," replied the other. "Of course he is very worried about things, but then I think he is always worried about something or other."

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