“Jim, you’re a wonder––a blooming wizard.”
Jim grinned, but he was well pleased.
“If it hadn’t been for your opinion, rammed well down my throat morning, noon and night, I guess the Langford-Ralston Financial Corporation would not be quite so well thought of after this comes out, as it will be in the light of the quiet but persistent advice it has given its clients. And to think of it––your father wires as if he were the absolute and only detector of this information, while it was your letter of six months ago that set him on the hunt for it and started him on his conservatism regarding loans in general.”
Jim laughed.
“That’s just my old dad’s way, Phil. He knows who put him on to it and what’s more, he knows we know. You never heard of a Scots business man admitting that his son knew anything he didn’t––at least, admitting it to his son.
“How much money have we in the bank?”
Phil beckoned the accountant, who brought the desired information.
“Two hundred and fifty thousand, six hundred and twenty dollars.”
“Great Scotland Yard! And all straight commissions on realty and loans. Isn’t it a corker though, how it grows?
“Well,––it represents a turn-over of over six million dollars one way and another. That’s something any two-year-old firm might be proud of.”