Marsh eyed the sheaf apprehensively and winced.
"Got one of Joe's checks here," Pete continued, smoothing it out.

"But maybe I won't need to cash it--to-day." "Johnson," said the vice-president, "are you trying to start a run on this bank?
What do you want ?" "My money.

What the check calls for.

That is final." "This is sheer malice." "Not a bit of it.

You're all wrong.