“My note?” demanded Tremaine.
“That is to say, the one you endorsed.”
“The note I endorsed?” gasped Henry Tremaine, paling. “Great Scott, man, who presented it?”
“Do you mean to tell me, sir, that you don’t know of a note presented to-day with your endorsement?” demanded President Haight, in great agitation.
“Great Scott, man, I don’t!” cried Henry; Tremaine. “And I’m still trying to find out who presented it.”
“Oliver Dixon,” rejoined Mr. Haight, in a sepulchral voice.
“Dixon? For how much?”
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
“Did he get the cash?”
“Good heavens, yes!” gasped Mr. Haight, now fully understanding that the whole transaction had been wrong.