"How long will it take to hear from your people?"
"If my father is at home, I'll hear instantly."
"And if he isn't?"
"I'll have to wait."
"What makes you think he'll wire you money?"
"He's never failed yet. You see, I'm something like a comet; he knows
I'll be around every so often."
Mr. Weeks began to complain. "I don't know you, Mr.—what's the name again? Anthony? I'm a poor man and I've been an easy mark for every tropical tramp from Vera Cruz to Guayaquil. Your father may not be able to help you, and then I'll be holding the bag."
"I think you don't understand who he is. Did you ever hear of Darwin K.
Anthony, of Albany, New York?"
Mr. Weeks's thick lids opened, this time to display a far different emotion. "Certainly."
"Well, he's the goat."