"Go into one of the stores, and
make somebody sell you one. Pay anything--I don't care."
So Montague went back, and entered a leather-goods store, where he
saw several cane-seated chairs. He was free to laugh then all he
pleased; and he explained the situation to one of the clerks, who
demurred at five dollars, but finally consented for ten dollars to
take the risk of displeasing his employer. For fifty cents more
Montague found a boy to carry it, and he returned in triumph to his
venerable friend.
"I never expected to see you in a position like this," he remarked.
"I thought you always knew things in advance."
"By the Lord, Montague!" muttered the other, "I've got a quarter of
a million in this place."
"I've got about one-fourth as much myself," said Montague.
"What!" cried the Major. "Then what are you doing?"
"I'm going to leave it in," said Montague. "I have reason to know
that that report in the Despatch is simply a blunder, and that the
institution is sound."
"But, man, there'll be a run on it!" sputtered the old gentleman.
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