"What right had he to use my money in his enterprises?
We've been deceived.

We thought he would follow in the footsteps of his father and his grandfather.

But the fever of speculation got into his blood--and we, and our wives and families are the sufferers!" Those who were not listening to the speaker were pressing desperately against the door, a murderous fury in their eyes.
Cries of "Open the door!" "Break it down!" "I want my money!" echoed down the corridor and floated into the street.

As a consequence, the crowd of depositors and investors was augmented by the idle and the curious, who flocked into the lobby from the street and from the floors above.
Those within the office evidently feared that the door could not much longer withstand the pressure from without, for it opened suddenly and a man's form appeared on the threshold.
"It is useless to clamor for admittance," the man shouted, thrusting back the foremost of the crowd.

"It is impossible to give out a statement until we have examined the books." "Where's Ward ?" several voices demanded.