Mr. Merriwether's private secretary entered. E. H. Merriwether held out his right hand.
Mr. McWayne took four slips of paper and gave them to his chief, who quickly looked at them and passed them over to the master of the house. The man looked at them, indorsed them, and handed a pen to Mr. Merriwether. The czar of the Pacific & Southwestern wrote on each of the checks:
Indorsement correct.
E. H. Merriwether.
He returned the checks to the man, who thereupon pushed a button a number of times.
One of the footmen with the non-menial faces appeared dressed for the street. He looked Irish. He wore a big solitaire scarf-pin. His hat inclined to one side noticeably. He carried a square valise in each hand. They looked as if they had seen service. On each was printed, “Treasurer Tammany Hall.”
“Go with Mr. McWayne to the banks and cash the checks. Mr. McWayne will identify you,” said the master of the house.
“Yis, sor!” said the footman.
The brogue was unnecessary, but E. H. Merri-wether smiled slightly. McWayne and the footman in mufti left together.
“Think some more!” said the man to E. H. Merri-wether, and resumed his reading of the little green-leather book.