"What are you going to do about it?" asked Courtney. "For my part I am free to confess that I attach very little importance to the astounding discovery of this young man, who knows a good deal more, I presume, about managing a boat than managing a bank."
"You are right there, Mr. Courtney," said Grit good-naturedly. "I don't want Mr. Graves to attach any more importance to my suggestion than he thinks it deserves."
"Whatever your suggestion may be worth, Grit," said the president of the bank, "there can be no doubt that you have brought me news of great importance. I shall not forget the obligation the bank is under to you."
Mr. Courtney shrugged his shoulders.
"The story looks to me very improbable," he said. "If I were still president of the bank, I should probably dismiss it as an idle fabrication."
"Then, Mr. Courtney," said Mr. Graves emphatically, "permit me to say that you would be wanting in your duty to the bank and its interests."
"I understand the duties of a bank president at least as well as you, Mr. Graves," said Mr. Courtney stiffly. "After that remark you will not be surprised if I bid you good evening."
"Good evening!" said the president quietly, not attempting to call back or placate the offended director.
"Perhaps I had better go, too," said Grit, rising from his chair.
"No, Grit, stay a few minutes longer; I wish to inquire further into this affair."