"Shifty looking."
"Same old story," murmured the manager. "It's odd how
these fellows drift down here, isn't it? Up to something
crooked at home, I suppose. Understands the working of
a bank, eh? I guess he understands it a little too well
for my taste. No, no," he continued, tapping the papers
that lay on the table, "now that we've got a first-class
man like Tomlinson, let's hang on to him. We can easily
wait ten days, and the cost of the journey is nothing to
the bank as compared with getting a man of Tomlinson's
stamp. And, by the way, you might telephone to the Chief
of Police and get him to see to it that this loafer gets
out of town straight off."
So the Chief of Police shut up Tomlinson in the calaboose
and then sent him down to Mexico City under a guard. By
the time the police were done with him he was dead broke,
and it took him four months to get back to Toronto; when
he got there, the place in Mexico had been filled long ago.
But I can imagine that some of my readers might suggest
that I have hitherto been dealing only with success in
a very limited way, and that more interest would lie in
discussing how the really great fortunes are made.
Everybody feels an instinctive interest in knowing how
our great captains of industry, our financiers and railroad
magnates made their money.
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