“Yes, yes, that is about what⁠—what I⁠—what I was about to suggest. But I must say, Mr. Jadwin⁠—”

He began to stammer his thanks. But Jadwin cut him off. Rising, he guided Hargus to the door, one hand on his shoulder, and at the entrance to the outer office called a clerk.

“Take Mr. Hargus over to the Illinois Trust, Kinzie, and introduce him. He wants to open an account.”

The old man started off with the clerk, but before Jadwin had reseated himself at his desk was back again. He was suddenly all excitement, as if a great idea had abruptly taken possession of him. Stealthy, furtive, he glanced continually over his shoulder as he spoke, talking in whispers, a trembling hand shielding his lips.