The banker sighed deeply and looked around.
“I came rather suddenly,” he said confidentially. “Perhaps you are in a position to give me a few facts regarding Charley Prentice.”
Harry Cole studied the face of the old banker curiously, wondering who had told him about Prentice.
“I have been informed,” said the banker sadly, “that Charley is drinking heavily and neglecting his work.”
“I don’t know anythin’ about the work,” said Cole.
“But you do know he is drinking?”
“Well, I don’t reckon it’s any secret, Mr. Grant.”
“Thank you. I’m very sorry, because I had implicit confidence in Charley Prentice. Do you know of any reason why he should suddenly take to drink, Mr. Cole?”
“I’m sure I don’t.”
“Thank you.”