"Is this rumor true that you have bought back your bank
stock?"
"It is. It was the only honest thing I could do."
"Not at all," complained Mr. Gooch, who became passionately attached
to the contrary opinion the moment he ascertained yours. "It was a
most quixotic, a most reckless course to take. I suppose you know of
the double liability?"
"Yes, I know," Donald flung out impatiently.
"You are singularly fortunate, Mr. Morley, to be able to indulge these
magnanimous whims. Your resources I presume--"
"My resources consist in a piece of real estate and a couple of race
horses. That's about all that's left."
"The real estate?" Mr. Gooch looked encouraged. "City property?"
"No, it's a farm."
"Where?"
"On the Cane Run Road."
Noah's head appeared above the desk for the first time during the
conversation and he looked surprised, as if he had made a discovery.
"Adjoining your sister's property, I judge?" continued Mr. Gooch.
"That's good, very good. It ought to bring about--?"
"It's not for sale," said Donald shortly.
Mr. Gooch, who had emerged to the rim of his shell, promptly went in
again.
"You see, Mr.
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