“As to Europe,” said Dawson with a shake of his head, “I took it for granted that—”
“Never mind Europe,” interrupted Mellen with a benevolent air. “Are you going to ship any gold across the ocean, Mr. Grin-nell?”
“I’ve suspended my gold operations entirely, as I promised. That is, I won’t ship any new gold. But you wouldn’t object to my drawing out some of the gold I have here and in other New York banks, I suppose?”
“Why—” began Dawson dubiously.
He could not tell what this new move meant.
“Certainly not,” said William Mellen decisively. He sided with Grinnell, of whom, Grinnell must see, he thought highly.
“Of course not,” echoed Dawson cordially, with an air of primal authority. To show it was his own decision, he added: “We should be delighted.”
“I may draw on you soon,” said Grinnell.
“We can sell you drafts on any part of Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, South America, and the Philippines,” Dawson told him, smiling.
“I’ll think it over,” Grinnell said seriously. “It won’t prevent me from depositing more gold when my time is up?”