"He's in every day, poking and prying around. There's nothing goes on that he doesn't know about."
"Does the clerical force like him?"
"He hasn't a friend in the bank, not even the cashier. We all know he's a rascal, but he's so powerful that we're afraid to say a word aloud when he's around."
"What is your position, Dillard?"
"Head bookkeeper."
"Then let me make a suggestion to you. Watch Marston. Watch his every movement. You know the national banking laws. See that he doesn't infringe on them. A man as unscrupulous as he is liable to attempt anything. Watch him. Watch every mark he makes with a pen, and the first time he steps over the line come to me and let me know. Will you do it?"
"I'll do it, doctor, and I don't believe I'll have to wait very long."
Then they sat in silence for a few minutes, each thinking of what the other had said.
Glenning spoke.
"I hope you will understand me, Dillard, when I ask how Major Dudley's account stands?"