For a second Scannel hesitated, his face purple, his teeth grinding together, then muttering his rage beneath his breath, opened his check book again.

“Thank you,” said Jadwin as he took the check.

He touched his call bell.

“Kinzie,” he said to the clerk who answered it, “after the close of the market today send delivery slips for a million and a half wheat to Mr. Scannel. His account with us has been settled.”

Jadwin turned to the old man, reaching out the second check to him.

“Here you are, Hargus. Put it away carefully. You see what it is, don’t you? Buy your Lizzie a little gold watch with a hundred of it, and tell her it’s from Curtis Jadwin, with his compliments.⁠ ⁠… What, going, Scannel? Well, goodbye to you, sir, and hey!” he called after him, “please don’t slam the door as you go out.”