CHAPTER XXIIAt eight the next morning the train from the Adirondacks arrived, and Montague was awakened by his brother at the telephone. “Have you seen this morning’s Despatch?” was Oliver’s first word.
“I haven’t seen it,” said Montague; “but I know what’s in it.”
“About the Trust Company of the Republic?” asked Oliver.
“Yes,” said the other. “I was told the story before Itelegraphed you.”
“But my God, man,” cried Oliver—“then why aren’t you down town?”
“I’m going to let my money stay.”
“What?”
“I believe that the institution is sound; and I am not going to leave Prentice in the lurch. I telegraphed you, so that you coulddo as you chose.”
It was a moment or two before Oliver could find words to reply.
“Thanks!” he said. “You might have done a little more—sent somebody down to kee
