"
"I wish to Heaven it were, Cameron, old man! But I have it straight from
Mr. Rae, your family solicitor. They want you."
"Old Rae?" exclaimed Cameron. "Now what the deuce does this all mean?"
"Don't you really know, old chap?" said Dunn kindly, anxiety and relief
struggling in his face.
"No more than you. What did the old chap say, anyway?"
"Something about a Bank; an irregularity, he called it, a serious
irregularity. He's had it staved off for a day."
"The Bank? What in Heaven's name have I got to do with the Bank? Let's
see; I was there a week or ten days ago with--" he paused. "Hang it,
I can't remember!" He ran his hands through his long black locks, and
began to pace the room.
Dunn sat watching him, hope and fear, doubt and faith filling his heart
in succession.
Cameron sat down with his face in his hands. "What is it, old man? Can't
I help you?" said Dunn, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"I can't remember," muttered Cameron. "I've been going it some, you
know. I had been falling behind and getting money off Potts. Two weeks
ago I got my monthly five-pound cheque, and about ten days ago the usual
fifty-pound cheque to square things up for the year, fees, etc. Seems to
me I cashed those. Or did Potts? Anyway I paid Potts. The deuce take it,
I can't remember! You know I can carry a lot of Scotch and never show
it, but it plays the devil with my memory.
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