"Give me that in writing," began the wily banker, but Bansemer had called to Droom. Eddie Deever was standing near the door, almost doggedly curious.
"Show Mr. Watts the door, and if he ever comes here again call the police. He has tried to bribe me."
Watts departed in a dazed sort of way and Droom closed the door.
"Are you still here?" he demanded of Eddie Deever in such a manner that the young man lost no time in leaving.
"There goes twenty-five thousand," said Bansemer, with a cold grin.
"I guess you can afford to lose it," muttered Droom. "It was slick, I suppose, but it's probably too late to help."
"Have you telephoned to Graydon?"
"Not yet."
"Don't."
"Change of heart?"
"Change of mind."
"That's so. You haven't any heart."