"Fat man by the name of Baines."
"Baines! He's busted. Hasn't a cent."
"Paid cash."
Crane looked at Keith and Keith looked at Crane. Just then the telephone rang. It was Scattergood.
"Want to speak to Mr. Crane," he said.
"Hello!" Crane said, gruffly. "What's this about your buying pulp company stock?"
"Bought some. Bought a little. Called up to see why your young man wasn't deliverin'. Want to git home."
"Where did you get the money?"
"Have to know that? Have to know where it come from before you kin make delivery? Hain't inquisitive, be you?"
Mr. Crane made use of language. "I want to see you—got to have a talk. Come right down here."