"Is the firm losing money?"
"No," replied Orde, "it's a matter of reinvestment." He hesitated.
"It's a dead secret, which I don't want to get out, but I'm thinking
of buying some western timber for Bobby when he grows up."
Carroll laughed softly.
"You so relieve my mind," she smiled at him. "I was afraid you'd
decided on the street-car-driver idea. Why, sweetheart, you know
perfectly well we could go back to the little house next the church
and be as happy as larks."
XXXII
In the meantime Newmark had closed his desk, picked his hat from the
nail, and marched precisely down the street to Heinzman's office.
He found the little German in. Newmark demanded a private
interview, and without preliminary plunged into the business that
had brought him. He had long since taken Heinzman's measure, as,
indeed, he had taken the measure of every other man with whom he did
or was likely to do business.
"Heinzman," said he abruptly, "my partner wants to raise seventy-
five thousand dollars for his personal use. I have agreed to get
him that money from the firm."
Heinzman sat immovable, his round eyes blinking behind his big
spectacles.
"Proceed," said he shrewdly.
"As security in case he cannot pay the notes the firm will have to
give, he has signed an agreement to turn over to me his undivided
one-half interest in our enterprises.
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