Trent," he
stammered. But Trent, remembering all that he had gone through to
raise the money, stopped him short.
"This is not a friendly call, Mr. Sinclair," he said, "but simply
a matter of business. I wish to clear my account with you to the
last halfpenny, and I will take my shares away with me. I have
paid in the amount I owe. Let one of your clerks make out the
interest account."
The manager rang the bell for the key of the security safe. He
opened it and took out the shares with fingers which trembled a
good deal.
"Did I understand you, Mr. Trent, that you desired to absolutely
close the account?" he asked.
"Most decidedly," Trent answered.
"We shall be very sorry to lose you."
"The sorrow will be all on your side, then," Trent answered grimly.
"You have done your best to ruin me, you and that blackguard Da
Souza, who brought me here. If you had succeeded in lumping those
shares upon the market to-day or to-morrow, you know very well what
the result would have been. I don't know whose game you have been
playing, but I can guess!"
"I can assure you, Mr. Trent," the manager declared in his suavest
and most professional manner, "that you are acting under a complete
misapprehension. I will admit that our notice was a little short.
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