, "that you will be
asked for personal history and about your residence, and no doubt a
photograph of yourself. If you continue this work anonymously you're
going to have trouble with more matters than cashing a cheque."

"But I am not going to have any trouble cashing a cheque," she said,
"because I have come straight to the man whose business is cheques."

"True enough," he said; "I SHALL have to arrange the cheque; there's not
a doubt about that; and as for your other bugbears."

"I refuse to be frightened by them," interposed Linda.

"Have you ever done any business at the bank?"

"No," said Linda.

"None of the clerks know you?"

"Not that I remember," said Linda. "I might possibly be acquainted with
some of them. I have merely passed through the bank on my way to your
room twice."

"Then," said the banker, "we'll have to risk it. After this estate
business is settled you will want to open an account in your name."

"Quite true," said Linda.

"Then I would advise you," said Mr. Worthington, "to open this account
in your own name. Endorse this cheque 'Jane Meredith' and make it
payable to me personally. Whenever one of these comes, bring it to me
and I'll take care of it for you. One minute."

He left Linda sitting quietly reading and rereading her letter, and
presently returned and laid a sheaf of paper money before her.

"Take it to the paying teller. Tell him that you wish to deposit it, and
ask him to give you a bank book and a cheque book," he said. "Thank you
very much for coming to me and for confiding in me."

Linda gathered up the money, and said good-bye to the banker. Just as
she started forward she recognized Eileen at the window of the paying
teller. It was an Eileen she never before had seen. Her face was
strained to a ghastly gray. Her hat was not straight and her hands were
shaking. Without realizing that she was doing it, Linda stepped behind
one of the huge marble pillars supporting the ceiling and stood there
breathlessly, watching Eileen. She could gather that she was discussing
the bank ledger which lay before the teller and that he was refusing
something that Eileen was imploring him to do. Linda thought she
understood what it was. Then very clearly Eileen's voice, sharp and
strained, reached her ears.

"You mean that you are refusing to pay me my deposits on my private
account?" she cried; and Linda could also hear the response.

"I am very sorry if it annoys or inconvenience