"Yes, sir." Mr. Ranlet, owner and proprietor of the Yorkburg bakery,
rose from his seat. "I'd like to ask something about this firm of
Bartlett, Cramp & Company, who is willing to buy bonds that only pay
3 per cent. How does Miss Cary know that?"

"I have a letter to that effect." She opened her bag and took from it
a letter. "This," she said, holding it up, "is the letter which states
that they will make this purchase for a customer, provided it can be
done promptly. Mr. Moon, Mr. Walstein, any one doing business in New
York can tell you the character and reputation of this company."

"I suppose the name of the customer is not mentioned?"

"Yes. It is a Mr. Black, of Brooklyn."

"The same one who has been buying property around here lately?"

"The same one. I understand he is thinking of coming here to live."

"Must have plenty of money. Not many people jump at 3-per-cent.
town bonds."

"Then we ought to jump quick lest he change his mind."

"I move the matter be referred to the finance committee." It was Mr.
Mowry who spoke, and instantly Mr. Ash, who had said nothing so far,
was on his feet.

"Mr. President, such reference would be a waste of time. As chairman