Among them, though Squire Duncan did not know it, was his
own son Randolph, who had already developed quite a fondness for
playing pool, and even occasionally patronized the bar. This, had
he known it, would have explained Randolph's increased applications
for money.
Whether Tony Denton--his full name was Anthony Denton--had any
special object in visiting New York, I am unable to state. At all
events it appeared that his business lay in the same direction as
that of Prince Duncan, for on the arrival of the train at the New
York depot, he followed the bank president at a safe distance,
and was clearly bent upon keeping him in view.
Mr. Duncan walked slowly, and appeared to be plunged in anxious
thought. His difficulties were by no means over. He had the bonds
to dispose of, and he feared the large amount might occasion
suspicion. They were coupon bonds, and bore no name or other
evidence of ownership. Yet the mere fact of having such a large
amount might occasion awkward inquiries.
"Here's yer mornin' papers!" called a negro newsboy, thrusting his
bundle in front of the country banker.
"Give me a Herald," said Mr. Duncan. Opening the paper, his eye
ran hastily over the columns. It lighted up as he saw a particular
advertisement.
"The very thing," he said to himself.
This was the advertisement:
"LOAN OFFICE--We are prepared to loan sums to suit, on first-class
security, at a fair rate of interest.
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