"Nothing. Easily said. Yet I've heard it remarked that he'd do anything for money."
"Curious that Sid should be on such friendly terms with such a character."
"Rather," remarked Walter, and he turned to see Sid pointing at the big car, while Lem Gildy was nodding his head as if assenting to something.
CHAPTER VII
TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS LOST
Edward Foster, as he ran his machine along the country road toward New City, where he was to transact his business at the bank, was thinking of many things. And not all of them were connected with the large sum of money and the bonds which he was to exchange for stock. A certain bright-eyed girl figured largely in his reveries.
"Guess I'd better put on a little more speed," he said to himself.
"It's going to take some time to get this all straightened out, and
I don't like to have such a large sum with me on the road."
He speeded up his car, and was soon on the outskirts of the city, where he had to go slower, threading his way in and out among many vehicles.
He reached the bank shortly before noon, was greeted by the president and the secretary, who were expecting him, and was shown into a private office.
"Well, we have the stock all ready for you," said the president genially. It was not every day that his bank disposed of such a large block. "I trust you will find it a good investment."