"What with? A note?" inquired Clover. "Hardly."
"Will you put it up?"
"I'll see about it, for if I have him gauged right he will be hunting for trouble all along the line."
Wallingford went to the window and looked out; then he got his hat. As he stepped into the hall Neil came from an adjoining room.
"Do you want to sell your stock, Neil?" asked Clover.
"To whom?" asked Neil slowly. Wallingford had shaken his slow deductions, had suggested new possibilities to ponder, and he was still bewildered.
"To Wallingford."
"Say, Clover, has he got any money?" demanded Neil.
"If he hasn't he can get it," replied the other. "Come here a minute."