With one accord the other occupants of the room turned and looked at Keith.
"Did you say you had made a fortune in mining deals?" asked one of the gentlemen across the table, gazing at Keith through his gold-rimmed glasses with a wintry little smile.
"No, I did not. Whatever was said on that subject Mr. Creamer said."
"Oh! That's so. He did. Well, you are the sort of a man we want about here."
This remark was received with some amusement by the others; but Keith passed it by, and turned to Mr. Creamer.
"Mr. Creamer, how much money will you give me on this draft? This is mine. The other I wish to deposit here."
"Why, I don't know just what the exchange would be. What is the exchange on this, Penwell?"
"Will you cash this draft for me?" asked Keith.
"Certainly."
"Well, will you do me a further favor? It might make very little difference if I were to make a deposit in Norman's bank; but if you were to make such a deposit there, it would probably reassure people, and the run might be stopped. I have known of one or two instances."