"Wouldn't it have been better to deposit it in the bank, Mr. Talbot?"
"Yes, but it was not till the bank closed that I decided not to use it to-day. However, it is secure in the safe," he added, carelessly.
"I have no doubt of that, Mr. Talbot."
Mr. Talbot put on his coat and departed.
In turning a street corner, he brushed against a rough-looking man who was leaning against a lamp-post.
"I beg your pardon," said the book-keeper, politely.
"What did you say?" growled Bill.
"Hartford," said Talbot, in a low tone.
"All right, sir. If you apologize it's all correct."