The cashier looked at it more carefully. “Oh!” he said. Then he looked up quickly at Peter? with considerable interest, “Are you Mr. Stirling?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I filled this up by order of the president, and you’ll have to see him about it, if you want more than the money.”
“Can I see him?”
“Come this way.”
They went into a small office at the end of the bank.
“Mr. Dyer,” said the cashier, “this is Mr. Stirling, and he’s come to see about that check.”
“Glad to see you, Mr. Stirling. Sit down.”
“I wish to learn who sent the check.”
“Very sorry we can’t oblige you. We had positive instructions from the person for whom we drew it, that no name was to be given.”