Let one of your clerks make out the interest account." The manager rang the bell for the key of the security safe.

He opened it and took out the shares with fingers which trembled a good deal.
"Did I understand you, Mr.Trent, that you desired to absolutely close the account ?" he asked.
"Most decidedly," Trent answered.
"We shall be very sorry to lose you." "The sorrow will be all on your side, then," Trent answered grimly.

"You have done your best to ruin me, you and that blackguard Da Souza, who brought me here.

If you had succeeded in lumping those shares upon the market to-day or to-morrow, you know very well what the result would have been.

I don't know whose game you have been playing, but I can guess!" "I can assure you, Mr.Trent," the manager declared in his suavest and most professional manner, "that you are acting under a complete misapprehension.