'What's all this?' asked Humphrey, with a rather weary, wrinkly smile.
Henry got up then and came slowly into the living-room.
'It's this,' he explained, in a voice that was husky and light, without its usual body. 'This thing. I've had it quite a while.'
Humphrey read:—
Positively No Commission HEIRS CAN BORROW On or sell their individual estate, income or future inheritance; lowest rates; strictly confidential Heirs' Loan Office.
And an address.
'What on earth are you doing with this, Hen?'
'Well, Hump, there's still a little more'n three thousand dollars in my legacy. I got a thousand this summer, you know, and lent it to McGibbon for my interest in the paper. But my uncle said he wouldn't give me a cent more until I'm twenty-one, in November. And so I was wondering... Look here! How much do you suppose I could get out of it from these people. They're all right, you see?
They've got a regular office and——'
'You'd just about get out with your underwear and shoes, Hen. They might leave you a necktie. What do you want it for—throw it in after the thousand?'