"And they're not satisfied yet," exclaimed the other. "They're on
another trail!"
"What!" cried Montague.
"Listen," said Bates. "I went in to see David Ward about the action
of the Clearinghouse Committee; Gary--he's the Despatch man--was
with me. Ward talked for half an hour, as he always does; he told us
all about the gallant efforts which the bankers were making to stem
the tide, and he told us that the Trust Company of the Republic was
in danger and that an agreement had been made to try to save it.
Mind you, there's not been the least sign of trouble for the
company.' 'Shall we print that?' asked Gary. 'Surely,' said Ward.
'But it will make trouble,' said Gary. 'That's all right,' said
Ward. 'It's a fact. So print it.' Now what do you think of that?"
Montague sat rigid. "But I thought they had promised to protect
Prentice!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," said Bates, grimly; "and now they throw him down."
"Do you suppose Waterman knew that?"
"Why, of course; Ward is no more than one of his clerks."
"And will the Despatch print it, do you suppose?"
"I don't know why not," said the other.
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