He
said I might possibly lose something, but that he would protect my
interests. I trust you are not one of the losers?"
"No," Donald said shortly, "I lost nothing." Then after a pause during
which he stared at the floor, he looked up. "Doctor, I want to consult
you about something. Your standards of right and wrong seem to me a
bit surer than most people's. I'm in trouble and I want your advice."
He was looking at the Doctor as he spoke, but he was acutely conscious
of the slender figure that stood with her back to them before the open
fire.
"You see," he said, plunging into his subject, "a week before the bank
failed I found that I might need a lot of ready money before I got
through with the trial. So I sold all my People's Bank stock."
"That was fortunate."
"But, Doctor! Don't you see? At the time I sold the shares they
weren't worth the paper they were printed on!"
"But you were ignorant of this."
"Of course; but does that alter the fact that I took money for stock
that was worthless?"
The Doctor rubbed his hands together thoughtfully. For once he was not
prepared to give an immediate answer to a question concerning a moral
issue.
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