I have no doubt that I can arrange for their being held in a secure place elsewhere." The usual formalities were gone through, and Laverick left the bank with the brown leather pocket-book in his breast-coat pocket.
Arrived at his office, he locked it up at once in his private safe and proceeded with the usual business of the day.

Even with an added staff of clerks, the office was almost in an uproar.

Laverick threw himself into the struggle with a whole-hearted desire to escape from these unpleasant memories.

He succeeded perfectly.

It was two hours before he was able to sit down even for a moment.