"There's no use arguing about
it--come over to the office when you get your money."
"I got the train just by half a minute," said Oliver. "Poor Bertie
Stuyvesant didn't get up in time, and he's coming on a special--he's
got about three hundred thousand in here. It was to pay for his new
yacht."
"I guess some of the yacht-makers won't be quite so busy from now
on," remarked the other, as he moved away.
That afternoon he heard the story of how General Prentice, as a
director of the Gotham Trust, had voted that the institution should
not close its doors, and then, as president of the Trust Company of
the Republic, had sent over and cashed a check for a million
dollars. None of the newspapers printed that story, but it ran from
mouth to mouth, and was soon the jest of the whole city. Men said
that it was this act of treachery which had taken the heart out of
the Gotham Trust Company directors, and led to the closing of its
doors.
Such was the beginning of the panic as Montague saw it. It had all
worked out beautifully, according to the schedule.
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