“Much better, thank you. Another week and I think I will be all right.”
“I am glad to hear it. I suppose you know the purpose of my visit to-day.”
“You are after the payment of that money.”
“Yes. You know it was due yesterday.”
“I know it was. But cannot you wait a few days longer? I am expecting word from my son by every mail or by telegraph.”
“Concerning that mining scheme you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
Dr. Tangus tossed his head.
“I don’t believe that amounts to much,” he said. “You are altogether too sanguine about it.”
“My son Oliver—”