"No one has ever questioned my honesty," he declared.
Sanderson smiled at him. "Nor I don't. But I want to play her a lone
hand."
"I am afraid I wouldn't be interested in that sort of project," said
Maison.
The thought that Maison _would_ be interested--not publicly, but
privately--made Sanderson grin. The grin angered Maison; he arose
smiling coldly.
"I am sorry to have taken your time, Mr. Bransford," he said,
dismissing his visitor.
Sanderson did not give up. "My father left some money in your bank,"
he said; "I'll take it."
"Certainly," said the banker. He got a withdrawal blank and laid it
before Sanderson.
"The amount is three thousand two hundred," he said. "Just fill that
out and sign your name and yon can have the money."
Sanderson did not sign; he sat, looking at the blank, suddenly
afflicted with the knowledge that once more the troublesome "Bransford"
signature had placed him in a dilemma.
Undoubtedly Maison, Silverthorn, and Dale were confederates in this
matter, and Dale's insistence that he sign the register claim was a
mere subterfuge to obtain a copy of the Bransford signature in order to
make trouble for him.
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