Notify me of the slightest sign of trouble."
He replied that there was none; and, as he rode up in the subway, he
thought the problem over, and made up his own mind. He had a trifle
over sixty thousand dollars in Prentice's institution--more than
half of all he owned. He had Prentice's word for it that the Company
was in a sound condition, and he believed it. He made up his mind
that he would not be one of those to be stampeded, whatever might
happen.
He dined quietly at home with his mother; then he took his way up
town again to Lucy's apartment; for he was haunted by the thought of
her, and could not rest. He had read in the late evening papers that
Stanley Ryder had resigned from the Gotham Trust Company.
"Is Mrs. Taylor in?" he asked, and gave his name.
"Mrs. Taylor says will you please to wait, sir," was the reply. And
Montague sat down in the reception-room. A couple of minutes later,
the hall-boy brought him a note.
He opened it and read these words, in a trembling hand:--
"Dear Allan: It is good of you to try to help me, but I cannot bear
it.
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