“They are worth only six thousand or so.”
“But will be worth more than eight in a few days; you shall have your bills back to-morrow morning, without fail.”
I gave him my certificates and he handed me the money; but he gnashed his teeth as he did so. If I fell, I should drag him down with me.
“Is everything right in your drawer?” asked Heavyside, the cashier, slyly, of me, when I returned.
“Certainly it is,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”
“Bristlebach is going to look over our accounts and cash this afternoon.”
“All right,” I answered, carelessly.
I deposited the eight thousand in my drawer, balanced my cash, and put the trunk into the safe. Paying no attention to any one, and especially not to my uncle, I sauntered leisurely out of the bank.