"That's all you know about it. I may need your services sooner than you think. There is a sort of jinx working on me, it appears."
"Spill it!" Jim Farland said.
Sidney Prale did. He related what had happened at the bank, at the hotel, in Griffin's office, and told of the scene with Rufus Shepley.
"Funny!" Farland said, when he had finished. "I know old Rufus Shepley, and as a general thing he ain't a maniac. Something behind all this, Sid."
"Yes; but what on earth could it be?"
"That's the question. If anything else happens, and you need help, just let me know."
"I'll do that, surely," said Prale. "And I'm glad that I've got one friend left in town."
"Always have one as long as I'm here," Jim Farland assured him. "And it ain't because of your million, either. It's true about the million?"
"Absolutely!"
"Gee! That's more than old Griffin himself has in cash, anyway," Farland declared. "Maybe it's a good thing that girl turned you down. You'd probably be a clerk at a few thousand a year, if she hadn't. How'd you make the coin?"