"Dear me. Are you realizing property on his behalf?"
"Yes."
"Well, Mr. Anson," said the manager, pleasantly, "I hope you will take care of your money."
"I want you to do that," smiled Philip, who was slightly nonplused by the prefix to his name, heard by him for the first time.
"Oh, if you leave it with me it will be quite safe."
"I cannot leave all, but certainly I will not spend five thousand pounds in a week. I mean to buy some property, though, and—can I have a hundred now?"
"By all means."
Philip wrote his first check and received twenty crisp five-pound notes. Isaacstein stood by, smiling grimly. He had not yet got over the farcical side of this extraordinary occurrence, and he was wondering what the bank manager would have said could he but see Philip as he, Isaacstein, saw him no later than the previous day.
"By the way," said Philip, whose heart was beating a little now, "suppose I wish to give a reference to anybody, will you two gentlemen answer for me?"
"The bank wall always say whether or not your check will be honored to a stated amount. In other respects, Mr. Isaacstein, who brought you here, will serve your purpose admirably—none better in the city of London," replied the banker.