"Get me out of the city. Get me off to Europe. You know I have funds there."
"I'll do what I can, General."
"You're a jewel, Toll."
"By the way," said Talbot, "the Crooked Valley corporation held its annual meeting to-day. You are out, and they have a new deal."
"They'll find out something to-morrow, Toll. It all comes together."
When the coupé drove up at Palgrave's Folly, and the General alighted, he found one of his brokers on the steps, with a pale face. "What's the matter?" said Mr. Belcher.
"The devil's to pay."
"I'm glad of it," said he. "I hope you'll get it all out of him."
"It's too late for joking," responded the man seriously. "We want to see you at once. You've been over-reached in this matter of the Air Line, and you've got some very ugly accounts to settle."
"I'll be down to-morrow early," said the General.