back to the office. You can just credit the sinking-fund 
with eight hundred certificates at from seventy-five to 
eighty. I'll send you the itemized list later." 
"Certainly, Mr. Cowperwood, certainly," replied Al- 
bert, with alacrity. " Stocks are getting an awful knock, 
aren't they? I hope you're not very much troubled by 
"Not very, Albert," replied Cowperwood, smiling, the 
while the chief clerk was making out his check. He was 
wondering if by any chance Stener would appear and 
attempt to interfere with this. It was a legal transaction. 
He had right to the check provided he deposited the cer- 
tificates, as was his custom, with the trustee of the fund. 
Still, in his nervous frenzy Stener might object and take 
counsel with Mollenhauer. Then, no doubt, he, Cowper- 
wood, would have to bring the certificates to the treasurer's 
office, or a receipt from the trustee of the sinking-fund, 
the Drovers' and Traders' Bank, before he could get his 
check. Since he himself had used the certificates to fill 
a crying need for additional securities, he could not do 
this. It would be fatal to his plan. If he could not get 
the check, he could not pay the Girard National Bank 
its call-loan; and if he did not pay this call-loan promptly, 
he lost the friendship of W. C. Davison, his present good 
ally. He waited tensely while Albert wrote, and as he 
tore the check from the stub-book and handed it to Cow- 
perwood the latter breathed a sigh of relief. Here, at 
least, was sixty thousand dollars, and to-night's work 
would enable him to cash the seventy-five thousand that 
had been promised him. To-morrow, once more he must 
see Leigh, Kitchen, Jay Cooke & Co., Edward Clark & 
Co.—all the long list of people to whom he owed loans— 
and see what could be done. If he could only get time! 
If he could get just a week!