"
"Does he know of the loss?"
"Not yet."
"How will he take it?"
"Really, Jane, you are very inquisitive this morning.
I presume he will be very much annoyed."
The car had become quite warm, and Mr. Duncan, who had
hitherto kept on his overcoat, rose to take it off.
Unfortunately for him he quite forgot the bonds he had
in the inside pocket, and in his careless handling of the
coat the package fell upon the floor of the car, one
slipping out of the envelope a bond for one thousand dollars.
Prince Duncan turned pale, and stooped to pick up the package.
But the small man opposite was too quick for him. He raised the
package from the floor, and handing it to the bank president with a
polite bow, said, with a smile: "You wouldn't like to lose this, sir."
"No," answered Duncan gruffly, angry with the other for
anticipating him, "it was awkward of me."
Mrs. Duncan also saw the bond, and inquired with natural curiosity.
"Do they belong to the bank, Mr. Duncan?"
"No; they are my own."
"I am glad of that. What are you going to do with them?"
"Hush! It is dangerous to speak of them here. Some one
might hear, and I might be followed.
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