THE BRASS BOWL
"It's a big enough haul to attract him," argued the lawyer earnestly; "Anisty always aims high. … Now, will you do what I have been begging you to do for the past eight years?"
"Seven," corrected Maitland punctiliously. "It's just seven years since I entered into mine inheritance and you became my counselor."
"Well, seven, then. But will you put those jewels in safe deposit?"
"Oh, I suppose so."
"But when?"
"Would it suit you if I ran out to-night?" Maitland demanded so abruptly that Bannerman was disconcerted.
"I—er—ask nothing better."
"I'll bring them in town to-morrow. You arrange about the vault and advise me, will you, like a good fellow?"
"Bless my soul! I never dreamed that you would be so—so"
"Amenable to discipline?" Maitland grinned, boylike, and, leaning back, appreciated Bannerman's
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