The young man himself asked questions, and then called Mr. Minor into consultation, and Mr. Minor asked more. The answers they received were not illuminating, but in the end the transaction was made as requested.
“But, Bangs,” said Minor, laughing, “what I can't understand is why you want to bother with the check for eleven hundred and odd—whatever it is. Why not take the whole amount in cash and be done with it?”
Galusha shook his head. “I prefer it the—ah—other way. If you don't mind,” he added, politely.
“Oh, we don't mind. But—well, it seems rather funny, that's all. Ha, ha!”
“Does it? Yes, I—ah—dare say it does.”
“Ha, ha! Yes, rather. Of course, it is your business, you know, but—”
He laughed again. The harassed Galusha waited until the laugh was over. Then he said, gently, “Yes, I was under that impression.”
“Eh? What impression?”
“That it was, as you say, my—ah—business.”
“Yes. Why... Eh? Oh!... Humph!... Why, yes, surely, certainly. Here,” turning briskly to the clerk, “give Mr. Bangs what he wishes at once.”