. It was evidently a serious affair,
and Keith, trying to make his way through the mob, heard many things
about Norman which he never could have believed it would have been
possible to hear. The crowd was in an ugly mood, and was growing uglier.
A number of policemen were trying to keep the people in line so that
they could take their turn. Keith found it impossible to make his way to
the front. His explanation that he wished to make a deposit was greeted
with shouts of derision.

"Stand back there, young man. We've heard that before; you can't work
that on us. We would all like to make deposits--somewhere else."

"Except them what's already made 'em," some one added, at which there
was a laugh.

Keith applied to a policeman with hardly more success, until he opened
the satchel he carried, and mentioned the name of the banker who was to
follow him. On this the officer called another, and after a hurried word
the two began to force their way through the crowd, with Keith between
them. By dint of commanding, pushing, and explaining, they at length
reached the entrance to the bank, and finally made their way, hot and
perspiring, to the counter. A clerk was at work at every window counting
out money as fast as checks were presented.

Just before Keith reached the counter, on glancing through an open door,
he saw Norman sitting at his desk, white and grim. His burning eyes
seemed deeper than ever. He glanced up, and Keith thought he caught his
gaze on him, but he was not sure, for he looked away so quickly. The
next moment he walked around inside the counter and spoke to a clerk,
who opened a ledger and gave him a memorandum. Then he came forward and
spoke to a teller at the receiving-window.

"Do you know that man with the two policemen? That is Mr. Gordon Keith.
Here is his balance; pay it to him as soon as he reaches the window."

The teller, bending forward, gazed earnestly out of the small grated
window over the heads of those nearest him. Keith met his gaze, and the
teller nodded. Norman turned away without looking, and seated himself on
a chair in the rear of the bank.

When Keith reached the window, the white-faced teller said immediately:

"Your balance, Mr. Keith, is so much; you have a check?" He extended his
hand to take it.

"No," said Keith; "I have not come to draw out any money. I have come to
make a deposit."

The teller was so much astonished that he simply ejaculated:

"Sir--?"

"I wish to m