"
I knew he regarded me as one of his opportunities, and was making the
most of me. This is not a pleasant point of view to regard one's self
from, so I changed the subject, and said:
"Shall we call for Don Antonio?"
"Why?"
"Well, as he's Minister of Finance, I thought perhaps his presence
would make the matter more regular."
"If the presence of the President," said that official, "can't make
a matter regular, I don't know what can. Let him sleep on. Isn't his
signature on the bonds enough?"
What could I do? I made one more weak objection:
"What shall we tell Jones?"
"What shall _we_ tell Jones?" he echoed. "Really, Mr. Martin, you must
use your discretion as to what you tell your employees. You can hardly
expect me to tell Jones anything, beyond that it's a fine morning."
We had now reached the bank, which stood in Liberty Street, a turning
out of the Piazza. I took out my key, unlocked the door, and we
entered together. We passed into my inner sanctum, where the safe
stood.
"What's it in?" asked the President.
"United States bonds, and bills on New York and London," I replied.
"Good," said he.
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