“I don't know,” answered Ford, curtly.
“Maybe he'll sell 'em for us himself,” suggested Tom Calder.
“Good, Tom! Why can't you sell 'em and give me the money? Then you can pay the exact sum and save the forty dollars.”
“I don't choose to do so,” said Ford. “It seems to me you are treating me in a very strange manner. I offer you more than I owe you, and you make no end of objections to receiving it.”
“I am afraid I'll get into trouble if I offer the bonds for sale,” said Morrison, doggedly. “I don't know anybody in the business except you.”
“Yes, you do,” said Ford, a bright idea occurring to him.
“Who?”
“You know the boy in our office.”
“Grant Thornton?” said Tom.
“Yes, Grant Thornton. Manage to see him, and ask him to dispose of the bonds for you. He will bring them to our office, and I will dispose of them without asking any questions.”