“Sure,” answered Thorpe heartily, “got 'em in good shape.”
At the same time he was drawing the youth beyond the vigilant watchfulness of Mr. Morrison.
“You're just in time,” he said in an undertone. “Never had so close a squeak. I suppose you have cash or a certified check: that's all they'll take here.”
“What do you mean?” asked Carpenter blankly.
“Haven't you that money?” returned Thorpe quick as a hawk.
“For Heaven's sake, isn't it here?” cried Wallace in consternation. “I wired Duncan, my banker, here last night, and received a reply from him. He answered that he'd see to it. Haven't you seen him?”
“No,” repeated Thorpe in his turn.
“What can we do?”
“Can you get your check certified here near at hand?”
“Yes.”