Drummond opened the door and saw Stormont sitting at a table covered with papers. He looked up and nodded coolly.
"Hallo!" he said. "Mr. Drummond, isn't it? Sit down for a few minutes."
Then picking up a letter, he knitted his brows. He did not think Drummond could give him much trouble, but he might become something of a nuisance unless he was dealt with firmly. Stormont had not long since come back from the North, feeling disappointed and savage, for he had spent a good deal of money on the expedition. Besides, things had gone wrong at the office while he was away and he had lost some profitable business.
"What can I do for you?" he asked by and by.
"I've left the store," said Drummond. "Thought I'd locate in Winnipeg. One has better chances in the big cities, and I reckoned you could find me a job. Anyhow, I'll need some money."
"That's a sure thing. But why did you come to me for it?"
"You gave me fifty dollars—"
"When did I give you fifty dollars?" Stormont interrupted with a look of surprise.
"The evening Watson took me to your room at the Dufferin House. Besides, you promised me a share in the mine."
Stormont smiled. "That accounts for the thing! I'm afraid you were drunker than I thought."