"He tells me that an attachment was laid against Mr.Gamble's account at his bank yesterday for fifteen thousand dollars, and was returned to the server marked 'no funds'; but that this morning the executor of Mr.Gamble's interests in the Gamble-Collaton Irrigation Company deposited fifteen thousand dollars for the specific purpose of meeting this attachment.
Mr.Close informs me that, though he could not, of course, guarantee Mr.Gamble's solvency, he would take Mr.Gamble's unsupported word on any proposition.

I have known Joe Close for years, and I never knew him to be so enthusiastic about any man who possessed no negotiable securities.

I thank you for your well-intentioned interference in my behalf, Mr.Gresham, but I think I shall cling to Mr.Gamble nevertheless." "I certainly should if I were in your place," Gresham hastily assured him with such heartiness as he could assume.

"I am delighted to learn that the rumor I heard of Mr.Gamble's insolvency is unfounded." "By the way, where did you hear the rumor ?" inquired Courtney with a frown.
"Really, I've forgotten," Gresham confessed.
"One should not forget such things if one repeats such rumors," Courtney reproved him.
Gresham went away both puzzled and annoyed.

It was three o'clock before he found Collaton; and that featureless young man, whose lack of visible eyebrows and lashes was a constant annoyance to the fastidious Gresham, was in a high state of elation.
"Well, we get back your fifteen thousand," he exulted after they were safely in Gresham's apartments.