“I will call on your employer, and tell him what I know of you.”
“You wouldn’t do that?” said the bookkeeper, much agitated.
“Why not? You turn your back upon an old friend. You bask in prosperity, and turn from him in his poverty. It’s the way of the world, no doubt; but Phil Stark generally gets even with those who don’t treat him well.”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” said Gibbon, desperately.
“Tell me first whether your safe contains much of value.”
“We keep a line of deposit with the Milford Bank.”
“Do you mean to say that nothing of value is left in the safe overnight?” asked Stark, disappointed.
“There is a box of government bonds usually kept there,” the bookkeeper admitted, reluctantly.
“Ah, that’s good!” returned Stark, rubbing his hands. “Do you know how much they amount to?”
“I think there are about four thousand dollars.”