"If you can prove it;" said the Judge with a cold smile. "Do you ever remember having any of my opinions in writing, President Peters? The law takes cognizance only of black and white, you know."
The victim writhed in his chair, as the trap in which he was caught revealed itself. Heavily his eyes searched Judge Hildreth's face for some sign of pity or relenting, but in vain.
"And if there should come a run on the funds?" he questioned dully.
"If there should come a run on the funds," answered the Judge, "you would be underneath."
The man's head fell forward upon the table, and the Judge, with a cruel smile, left the room.
* * * * *
Two office boys lingered in the handsome offices of the Consolidated
Provident Savings Company after business hours were over.
"I tell you what it is, Bob," said the eldest one, "I'm going to quit this concern. It's my opinion it's a rotten corporation; and I don't propose to ruin my standing with the commercial world."
"Gee!" exclaimed the younger boy in delight. "You're a buster, Joe, and no mistake. The president himself couldn't have rolled that sentence off better, or that old piece of pomposity who conies to the secret meetings with the gold-headed cane."
"That's Judge Hildreth. He's another deep one or I lose my guess."