Having arrived at this conclusion, he quickened his pace, his expression became more cheerful, and he turned his steps toward Wall Street.

“What did the old fellow see in the paper?” thought Tony.  Denton, who, still undiscovered, followed Mr. Duncan closely.  “It is something that pleased him, evidently.”

He beckoned the same newsboy, bought a Herald also, and turning to that part of the paper on which the banker’s eyes had been resting, discovered Sharp & Ketchum’s advertisement.

“That’s it, I’ll bet a hat,” he decided.  “He is going to raise money on the bonds.  I’ll follow him.”

When Duncan turned into Wall Street, Tony Denton felt that he had guessed correctly.  He was convinced when the bank president paused before the number indicated in the advertisement.

“It won’t do for me to follow him in,” he said to himself, “nor will it be necessary—­I can remember the place and turn it to my own account by and by.”

Prince Duncan went up-stairs, and paused before a door on which was inscribed: 

Sharp & Ketchum
bankers
loans negotiated

He opened the door, and found the room furnished in the style of a private banking-office.

“Is Mr. Sharp or Mr. Ketchum in?” he inquired of a sharp-faced young clerk, the son, as it turned out, of the senior partner.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Sharp is in.”

“Is he at leisure?  I wish to see him on business.”

“Go in there, sir,” said the clerk, pointing to a small private room in the corner of the office.  Following the directions, Mr. Duncan found himself in the presence of a man of about fifty, with a hatchet face, much puckered with wrinkles, and a very foxy expression.

“I am Mr. Sharp,” he said, in answer to an inquiry.

Prince Duncan unfolded his business.  He wished to borrow eight or nine thousand dollars on ten thousand dollars’ worth of United States Government bonds.

“Why don’t you sell at once?” asked Sharp keenly.

“Because I wish, for special reasons, to redeem these identical bonds, say six months hence.”

“They are your own?” asked Mr. Sharp.

“They are a part of my wife’s estate, of which I have control.  I do not, however, wish her to know that I have raised money on them,” answered Duncan, with a smooth falsehood.

“Of course, that makes a difference.  However, I will loan you seven thousand dollars, and you will give me your note for seven thousand five hundred, at the usual interest, with permission to sell the bonds at the end of six months if the note remains unpaid then, I to hand you the balance.”

Prince Duncan protested against these terms as exorbitant, but was finally obliged to accede to them.  On the whole, he was fairly satisfied.  The check would relieve him from all his embarrassments and give him a large surplus.

“So far so good!” said Tony Denton, as he saw Mr. Duncan emerge into the street.  “If I am not greatly mistaken this will prove a lucky morning for me.”