Guthrie had sent a special message by
him to the effect that he very much wished Mr. Grayson would also
be present when the final transfers would be signed and the money
paid.
Whereupon the Scribe again maintains--and he is rubbing his hands
with the joy of it all as he does it--that there was more
sunshine than clouds in this particular Unexpected, and that if
all the boys in the world were as frank and sincere as young Jack
Breen, and all the grown-ups as honest as old Robert Guthrie, the
REAL banker, the jails would be empty and the millennium knocking
at our doors.
Peter had drunk in every word of the story, bowing his head,
fanning out his fingers, or interrupting with his customary "Well,
well!" whenever some particular detail seemed to tend toward the
final success.
And then, the story over, there came the part that Peter never
forgot; that he has told me a dozen times, and always with the
same trembling tear under the eyelids, and the same quivering of
his lower lip.
Jack had drawn his chair nearer the old gentleman, and had thrown
one arm over the shoulder of his dearest friend in the world.
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