“Into a bank?” interrupted Gunwagner, now interested.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“On Wall Street, in Richard Goldwin’s banking house.”
“If you don’t take it, you’re a fool. Goldwin’s, hey?” he went on; “we can make it pay us; yes, yes, we are in luck.” And he rubbed his thin hands together greedily.
“I expect to take it as soon as I can get it,” said Felix; and then he described the competitive examination between himself and the young Vermonter.
“So you want to get him out of the way, eh?”
“You have struck it right this time. That’s just what I want, and propose to do.”
“And you expect me to help you?”
“Certainly I do. To whom else should I go?”