If he felt the slightest uneasiness over having
practically delivered his intentions to the keeping of another, he
did not show it. For one thing, an accomplice was absolutely
essential. And, too, he held the German by his strongest passions--
his avarice, his dread of bankruptcy, his pride, and his fear of the
penitentiary. As he entered the office of his own firm, his eye
fell on Orde's bulky form seated at the desk. He paused
involuntarily, and a slight shiver shook his frame from head to
foot--the dainty, instinctive repulsion of a cat for a large
robustious dog. Instantly controlling himself, he stepped forward.
"I've made the loan," he announced.
Orde looked up with interest.
"The banks wouldn't touch northern peninsula," said Newmark
steadily, "so I had to go to private individuals."
"So you said. Don't care who deals it out," laughed Orde.
"Thayer backed out, so finally I got the whole amount from
Heinzman," Newmark announced.
"Didn't know the old Dutchman was that well off," said Orde, after a
slight pause.
"Can't tell about those secretive old fellows," said Newmark.
Orde hesitated.
"I didn't know he was friendly enough to lend us money."
"Business is business," replied Newmark.
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