Demorest in the meantime had seized a paper, and was intently reading it.
"There's bad news, too, for your friend, your old partner," said the manager half sympathetically, half interrogatively.

"There has been a drop out in everything the bank is carrying, and everybody is unloading.
Two firms failed in 'Frisco yesterday that were carrying things for the bank, and have thrown everything back on it.

There was an awful panic last night, and they say none of the big speculators know where they stand.

Three of our best customers in the hotel rushed off to the bay this morning, but Stacy himself started before daylight, and got the through night express to stop for him on the Divide on signal.

Shall I send any telegrams that may come to your room ?" Demorest knew that the manager suspected him of being interested in the bank, and understood the purport of the question.