“Yes; I can show you the account. Now, to tell you the truth, Mullins, I’m in a tight fix, and my bank account needs replenishing.”
“So does mine,” returned Mullins, with a sickly smile.
Dick Ralston frowned slightly.
“No joking, please!” he said, roughly. “I’m in earnest.”
“I don’t see what I am going to do about it,” muttered Mullins, defiantly.
“Don’t you. Then perhaps I can help you by a suggestion.”
“I wish you would.”
“You are left in charge here during Mr. Fairchild’s absence?”
“Well, suppose I am.”
“And you handle the funds?”