Montague Glass

“ He had no doubt of Petrie's standing and the bonds were gilt-edged.
Jimmy had been gone about ten minutes when a man burst wildly into the office.
"Goodel, about those bonds. Petrie's a sharper. We just found it out."
"Great Heavens! Mathias," Goodel cried. "The boy is down there now with the check. He's given it to Petrie by this."
He rose and grabbed his hat.
"Let's go down there and see if we can intercept the scoundrel. "
He sprang for the office door and caught an elevator on the run.
In the meantime Jimmy had entered Petrie's luxurious office and was met by Petrie himself. ”

“ Goodel replied and left the office.
At a quarter to two a messenger-boy came with a draft from Mr. Goodel's bank. He was a slender young man of mild and engaging manner, attired in well-pressed garments. He stood perhaps a head taller than Jimmy who was easily his superior, however, in general physique.
"Is Mr. Goodel in?" the messenger inquired.
"Nah, he ain't," Jimmy replied. "Won't be in till two o'clock."
"All right, I'll be in later," said the messenger.
"D'hell yer will, " rejoined Jimmy. "Yer'll sit here till he comes back or leave a message." ”

“ Jimmy said, and smiled for the first time that day.
Mr. Goodel returned at five and with him there entered a benevolent looking man of middle age. Ponderous and dignified was his person and he sat down in Mr. Goodel's easy chair with the calmness and solidity of three hundred pounds.
"The bonds, Mr. Goodel, are absolutely beyond cavil. It is true the concern is not well known," he went on. "But to a person of your financial acumen, investigation as to its condition will present no difficulties. "
"Fifty thousand dollars, Mr. Petrie, is a large sum," Goodel replied. ”