He smiled and chewed his cigar. "That's what I thought you would say," he chuckled. "What security do you offer?"
"Our notes at thirty days backed by the contracts which you will take over if we fall down."
"Not good enough, Edward. You must put up the plant."
With this he handed me the telephone which stood on his desk. I got through to Knowlton at the office, the while my financier-friend watched and listened. In the end, we had no option but to give way.
I left his office with our Saturday's payroll in a canvas bag, and I left behind a memorandum concerning the mortgage and security to be formally put up as soon as Knowlton could get down town.
Chapter Five
I ENTER DEEP HARBOR SOCIETY
"Don't you think it is about time we got to know some of the important people in town—social stuff—country club and so on?" said Knowlton one evening as he looked at me through his cigar smoke with one of his quizzical grins.
"I'm not very keen about it," I growled, for I was tired and sulky from a hard day, and Deep Harbor was resting somewhat heavily upon my nerves. "We've been here three months now, and not a solitary person has spoken to us except in the way of business."