Brewster,
good morning."
Mrs. Brewster hung up the receiver and turned to the secretary.
"I don't believe I can wait any longer," she began, and paused, as
Benjamin Clymer appeared in the doorway.
"So sorry to be late," he exclaimed, shaking her hand warmly. "And
I am sorry, also, to have called you here on such an errand."
Mrs. Brewster waited until the young secretary had withdrawn out of
earshot before replying; then taking the chair Clymer placed for her
near his own, she opened her gold mesh bag and took out a canceled
check and laid it on the desk in front of the bank president.
"Your bank honored this check?" she asked Yes."
"Who presented it?"
Clymer pressed the buzzer and his secretary came at once.
"Ask Mr. McDonald to step here," and as the man vanished on his
errand, he addressed Mrs. Brewster. "How is Colonel McIntyre this
morning?"
Mrs. Brewster's eyes opened at the question. "Quite well," she
replied, and prompted by her curiosity added: "What made you think
him ill?"
"I stopped at Dr. Stone's office on the way down town, and his boy
told me the doctor had been sent for by Colonel McIntyre," Clymer
explained.
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