“Your father has spoken of him as a very good friend in business. I believe he gave your father prices which were better than he could get elsewhere.”
“Well, he didn’t look it. If I were father, I’d keep my eyes on him.”
“He went to Philadelphia to make inquiries about Mr. Garrison. I cannot tell you more than that just now.”
“Didn’t father loan him some money?”
“Not exactly that; but he went his security when Mr. Garrison was made treasurer of a certain benevolent order in Philadelphia.”
“How much security?”
“Ten thousand dollars.”
“That’s a big sum of money.”
“Yes, Frank—but I was told that it was more a matter of form than anything else.”
“I don’t see it, mother. If Jabez Garrison had a lot of money to handle, he could steal it if he wanted to.”