Randolph left the room.  He would have slammed the door behind him, but he knew his father’s temper, and he did not dare to do so.

“What am I to do?” Prince Duncan asked himself anxiously.  “I must send money to the brokers, or they will sell me out, and I shall meet with a heavy loss.”

After a little thought he wrote a letter enclosing a check, but dated it two days ahead.

“They will think it a mistake,” he thought, “and it will give me time to turn around.  Now for money to meet the check when it arrives.”

Prince Duncan went up-stairs, and, locking the door of his chamber, opened a large trunk in one corner of the room.  From under a pile of clothing he took out a tin box, and with hands that trembled with excitement he extracted therefrom a dozen government bonds.  One was for ten thousand dollars, one for five, and the remainder were for one thousand dollars each.

“If they were only sold, and the money deposited in the bank to my credit,” he thought.  “I am almost sorry I started in this thing.  The risk is very great, but—­but I must have money.”

At this moment some one tried the door.

Prince Duncan turned pale, and the bonds nearly fell from his hands.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

“It is I, papa,” answered Randolph.

“Then you may go down-stairs again,” answered his father angrily.  “I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Won’t you open the door a minute?  I just want to ask a question.”

“No, I won’t.  Clear out!” exclaimed the bank president angrily.

“What a frightful temper father has!” thought the discomfited Randolph.

There was nothing for it but to go down-stairs, and he did so in a very discontented frame of mind.

“It seems to me that something is going contrary,” said Duncan to himself.  “It is clear that it won’t do to keep these bonds here any longer.  I must take them to New York to-morrow—­and raise money on them.”

On second thought, to-morrow he decided only to take the five-thousand-dollar bond, and five of the one thousand, fearing that too large a sale at one time might excite suspicion.

Carefully selecting the bonds referred to, he put them away in a capacious pocket, and, locking the trunk, went down-stairs again.

“There is still time to take the eleven-o’clock train,” he said, consulting his watch.  “I must do it.”

Seeking his wife, he informed her that he would take the next train for New York.

“Isn’t this rather sudden?” she asked, in surprise.

“A little, perhaps, but I have a small matter of business to attend to.  Besides, I think the trip will do me good.  I am not feeling quite as well as usual.”

“I believe I will go, too,” said Mrs. Duncan unexpectedly.  “I want to make some purchases at Stewart’s.”

This suggestion was very far from agreeable to her husband.