"What say to a couple thousand? Make it five hundred more if you can. Not much in the way of security."
"Never mind the security."
George pressed a button, and directed the clerk who responded to draw up a note.
"Got to sign something?" Dalrymple asked, suspiciously.
George smiled.
"Do you mind my keeping a little record of where my money goes—in place of security?"
Dalrymple was quite red.
"All right, if you insist."
"I insist. Care to change your mind?"
"No. Only thought it was just a little loan between—friends."