"There will, if everybody behaves like you. You don't need your
quarter of a million to pay for your lunch, do you?"
The Major was too much amazed to find a reply.
"You put your money in a trust company," the other continued, "and
you know that it only keeps five per cent reserve, and is liable to
pay a hundred per cent of its deposits. How can you expect it to do
that?"
"I don't expect it," said the Major, grimly; "I expect to be among
the five per cent." And he cast his eye up the line, and added, "I
rather think I am."
Montague went on ahead, and found his brother, with only about a
score of people ahead of him. Apparently not many of the depositors
of the Trust Company read their newspapers before eight o'clock in
the morning.
"Do you want a chair, too?" asked Montague. "I just got one for the
Major."
"Is he here, too?" exclaimed Oliver. "Good Heavens! No, I don't want
a chair," he added, "I'll get through early. But, Allan, tell me--
what in the world is the matter? Do you really mean that your money
is still in here?"
"It's here," the other answered.
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