"No indeed!" said Jack.
Mr. Delamare wrote a note and handed it over. "Go and look him over before you commit yourself. If you approve of him the three of us can have a talk here later."
Jack rose.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" asked Mr. Delamare smiling.
"What?" said Jack blankly.
"Well—some money?"
Jack blushed. "I didn't think I could get any yet."
"Certainly! As much as you want. Mr. Gyde left a large balance here. Of course I can't hand that over to you yet, but the bank is prepared to advance you whatever you require. The bank hopes that you will continue to favor it with your patronage."
More than anything Mr. Delamare had said, this last little sentence made Jack feel like a millionaire.
"Here's a pocket check book. Make out your check and I'll send it to the teller with my O.K. You don't want to go out there yourself for the reporters are lying in wait for you. That's why I told you to send in an assumed name. They pester the life out of me. As soon as you're safely out of the way I'll give out the story and be rid of them."