"The scoundrels!" cried the old man. "I'll put a stop to their game. I'll see Verplanck and get the bonds back."
"You can't see him to-day," said Evan carelessly. "It's after five. He lives in the country."
"I'll see him in the morning, then."
"You'll have a chance to talk it over with your son in the meantime."
"What's George got to do with it? The money's mine!"
"Of course," said Evan carelessly.
He let the old man rage on without interruption. When he saw his opportunity he said offhand: "Too bad to spoil this elegant publicity, though."
"What do you mean?"
"It's in all the papers. Every man in the country will read it before to-morrow morning. It will make over your reputation in a night."
"What do I care about my reputation?"