human
You have such a ghastly way of slipping up behind one,
gpt
You're nervous, Collaton. I'm not Johnny Gamble,
human
Suppose you were! indignantly retorted Collaton.
gpt
I'm not avoiding Johnny.
human
The Gamble-Collaton books are. Do you imagine there are any more outstanding accounts against your firm?
gpt
How should I know?
human
True enough--how should you? agreed Gresham soothingly.
gpt
I'd feel rather sorry for Gamble if an old and forgotten note against your firm, upon which a judgment had been quietly secured 'by default', should turn up just now.
human
I don't think one will, returned Collaton, searching Gresham's eyes.
gpt
Why?
human
Because he is almost certain to make a deposit in the Fourth National Bank in a short time.
gpt
That's a very good reason,
human
If that deposit were to be attached, went on Gresham suavely,
gpt
There was a slight pause.
human
If you'll call me up to-night I'll let you know how much it will be and when he is likely to bank it.
gpt
Why do you tell me this?
human
Because I want him broke!
gpt
What's your telephone number?