The stranger glanced furtively at the card with a curiosity hardly in keeping with his suggested good breeding; but Stacy did not look at it until he had finished his memorandum.
"There," he said, with business decision, "you can tell your people that if we carry their new debentures over our limit we will expect a larger margin.

Ditches are not what they were three years ago when miners were willing to waste their money over your rates.

They don't gamble THAT WAY any more, and your company ought to know it, and not gamble themselves over that prospect." He handed the paper to the stranger, who bowed over it with studied politeness, and backed towards the door.

Stacy took up the waiting card, read it, said to the messenger, "Show him in," and in the same breath turned to his guest: "I say, Van Loo, it's George Barker! You know him." "Yes," said Van Loo, with a polite hesitation as he halted at the door.
"He was--I think--er--in your employ at Heavy Tree Hill." "Nonsense! He was my partner.

And you must have known him since at Boomville.