“Oh, there is no danger of that. If you will give me a check for $35,000, leaving $3,000 with the trust company for emergencies, I shall buy some bonds which I feel reasonably certain will advance in price within a few months.”
“Ticky-ticky-ticky-tick,” interrupted the ticker. In some inexplicable way it seemed to him that the brassy sound had an ominous ring, so he added: “But you will have to let me know promptly, Mrs. Hunt. The stock market, you see, is not a polite institution. It waits for none, not even for your sex.”
“Gracious me, must I take the money out of the bank to-day and bring it to you?”
“A check will do.” He began to drum on the desk nervously with his fingers, but ceased abruptly as he became aware of it.
“Very well, I’ll send it to you to-day. I know you’re very busy, so I won’t keep you any longer. And you’ll buy good, cheap bonds for me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Hunt.”
“There’s no danger of losing, is there, Mr. Colwell?”
“None whatever. I have bought some for Mrs. Colwell, and I would not run the slightest risk. You need have no fear about them.”
“It’s exceedingly kind of you, Mr. Colwell. I am more grateful than I can say. I—I——”
“The way to please me is not to mention it, Mrs. Hunt. I am going to try to make some money for you, so that you can at least double the income from the trust company.”