Noah made the answers in a tone that discouraged further conversation, and Donald after a sharp glance at him, shrugged his shoulders and picked up a book. He had not long to wait before Mr. Gooch returned.
“I've been telephoning all over town for you,” said the lawyer testily. “Is this rumor true that you have bought back your bank stock?”
“It is. It was the only honest thing I could do.”
“Not at all,” complained Mr. Gooch, who became passionately attached to the contrary opinion the moment he ascertained yours. “It was a most quixotic, a most reckless course to take. I suppose you know of the double liability?”
“Yes, I know,” Donald flung out impatiently.
“You are singularly fortunate, Mr. Morley, to be able to indulge these magnanimous whims. Your resources I presume—”
“My resources consist in a piece of real estate and a couple of race horses. That's about all that's left.”
“The real estate?” Mr. Gooch looked encouraged. “City property?”
“No, it's a farm.”
“Where?”