This morning is when I begin to use your desk-room.

Here's your dollar a day until four P.M., May thirty-first." And he handed Loring thirty-eight dollars.
"You're not really going to try that absurd stunt ?" protested Loring incredulously.
"I have to.

Miss Joy will think I'm a four-flusher if I don't." "Miss Joy again!" laughed Loring.

"You only met her Saturday, and I don't think you've thought of another thing since." "Gresham and her million," corrected Johnny, and he started for the door.
"Where are you going--if anybody should ask for you ?" inquired Loring.
"Fourth National." "To deposit Gresham's fifteen thousand ?" "No," laughed Gamble.

"Polly took that away from me." "That's a good safe place for it," returned Loring, relieved.
"Safe as the mint," corroborated Johnny, and hurried out.
As he went up the steps of the Fourth National Bank a pallid-faced young man, with eyebrows, eyelashes and hair so nearly the color of his skin that they were invisible, watched him out of the window of a taxi that had been standing across the street ever since the bank had opened.