David was silent.
The cashier speedily returned, saying, with a disappointed air, “The cashier has been gone this quarter of an hour.”
David maintained an ominous silence.
“That is unfortunate,” remarked Hardie. “But, after all, it is only till to-morrow morning. Still I regret this circumstance, sir; and I feel that all these precautions we are obliged to take must seem unreasonable to you. But experience dictates this severe routine, and, were we to deviate from it, our friends' money would not be so safe in our hands as it always has been at present.”
David eyed him sternly, but let him run on. When he had concluded his flowing periods, David said quietly, “So you can't give me my own because your cashier has carried it away?”
Hardie smiled. “No, no; but because he has locked it up and carried away the key.”
“It is not in this room, then?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”