"Perhaps," said Evan; "but I'm low in energy now, you know, and I doubt if I would make much of a hit with a strange man on a new line of work."
"If you're feeling like that you'd better go on a farm for the summer and get your feet on solid earth."
The following morning Nelson put in his expense account covering cost of moving from Banfield to Toronto. He did not charge the bank with three days at a hotel, as he might have done. They might be unfair to him, but at least he would be honest with them. Robb saw the debit slip among the charges vouchers lying in the cash-book dish. He walked over to the cash-book man.
"You're hopeless, Evan," he said. "You deserve to be fired."
"What's the matter?" asked Key, who was always nosing around in his good-natured way, trying to find things out and dig clerks out.
Robb told him about the expense voucher.
"God bless the bank," said Key; "it seems to have a faculty for picking honest boys. I wish a few professional crooks or gunmen would slip one over on them occasionally."
Evan smiled and began to say something, when Castle came sailing along and cried, in his high voice:
"It's pretty near time, Nelson, that you knew how to draw a sterling draft. I don't want to have to cross one of these again."
One draft out of fourteen had escaped being red-inked. It was that gigantic omission that brought Castle back from the front of the office. He loved to show authority.