"That's what I hope to do. I made a very open and noisy visit to my bank this morning, and remained for some time in the president's private office. The idea was to give anyone who might be watching the impression that I was drawing the money from the bank. What actually happened, however, was that I explained my plans to the president, and he instructed a clerk to make up this dummy package."
Forrester took the package from Green and slipped it into an inner pocket. "Come," he said, and led the way out to his car.
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"Am I too late to ask for the first dance?" inquired Forrester, as he approached Mary Sturtevant after dinner.
"I'm sorry," she replied, smiling, "but you were very late in arriving. A New Yorker seems to be popular in Chicago."
"Depends greatly upon the New Yorker," returned Forrester.
"You haven't changed a bit since Thursday, have you?" cried the girl. "How many dances do you wish?" and she extended her card.
"I'm afraid," declared Forrester, a doleful note creeping into his voice as he glanced over the card, "that I shall have to forego any. I must leave before you have completed this long list of engagements."
"Oh, of course," she exclaimed. "I had forgotten. You have a most important engagement yourself at ten-thirty."
Forrester looked at her sharply.