"A very good suggestion! Your
father knows Mr. Sheratt, the manager of the bank, I believe."
"Very well, Sir, I think," answered Mr. Dunn. "I am sure he would see
him. Shall I call him in, Sir?"
"Nothing of the sort, nothing of the sort; don't think of it! I mean,
let there be nothing formal in this matter. If Mr. Dunn should chance to
meet Mr. Sheratt, that is, casually, so to speak, and if young Cameron's
name should come up, and if Mr. Dunn should use his influence, his very
great influence, with Mr. Sheratt, the bank might be induced to take a
more lenient view of the case. I think I can trust you with this." Mr.
Rae shook the young man warmly by the hand, beamed on him for one brief
moment with his amazing smile, presented to his answering smile a face
of unspeakable gravity, and left him extremely uncertain as to the
proper appearance for his face, under the circumstances.
Before Mr. Rae had gained the street Dunn was planning his campaign; for
no matter what business he had in hand, Dunn always worked by plan. By
the time he himself had reached the street his plan was formed. "No use
trying his digs. Shouldn't be surprised if that beast Potts has got
him. Rotten bounder, Potts, and worse! Better go round his way." And
oscillating in his emotions between disgust and rage at Cameron for his
weakness and his folly, and disgust and rage at himself for his neglect
of his friend, Dunn took his way to the office of the Insurance Company
which was honoured by the services of Mr.
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