out his hand for
the money.

Fred handed it to him, saying:

"Be kind enough to get out. You're a hog on two legs."

"What!" and the doctor gasped as if for breath.

"Get out of here, you old hog!" repeated Fred.

The doctor struck at him, his face livid with rage. The officer caught
him by the arm, saying:

"If you raise a disturbance here I shall have to arrest you, sir."

"Did you hear him insult me?" cried the doctor.

"Yes, but you can't fight here."

"If he wants to fight, let him fight a man of his size, not a boy," said
a broker in the crowd. "He is a hog, judging from his actions, and I am
ready to back it up!"

"I'll sue you for slander!" hissed the doctor, as he made his way
through the crowd.

"Sue and be hanged to you! You are a coward as well as a hog!" and the
belligerent broker followed him out to the sidewalk.

The doctor got away in the crowd. The ambulance came, and the body was
removed to the police station to await identification and the action of
the coroner. The doors of the bank were closed, and a number of brokers
remained inside to find out how the thing had happened. Mr. Allison
related how it occurred, and produced the certificate, which they all
examined. But not one of them was willing to say it was a forgery. The
old man was the best posted of them all.

"I would have loaned him $20,000 on that," said a well-known broker as
he examined it.

"You would have lost every penny of it, sir," replied Allison.

"Do you wish to wager anything on it?" the broker asked.

"I have no money to put up."

"Make the bet--I'll put up the money," said Bob. "I am willing to bet on
you."

"Very well, I'll wager $10,000 that this is a forgery, that the company
has never issued a 'Third series' of shares."

"Put up the money," said the broker. "I'll give my check. It can't be
certified now, since the bank is closed."

"You won't stop it if you lose, eh?" Bob asked.

"No, not I."

"Very well, Mr. Allison, put up the money in the hands of any one you
know."

The old man put up the money and Broker Dean put up his cheek.

"Now let's go to Doggett & Holmes' office and see what they say about
it. They are the attorneys for the road and ought to know all about it,"
Allison said, and the whole party of about a dozen men went out and down
on Broad street, where they soon climbed up three flights to the law
offices of Doggett & Holmes.

Holmes was in. Doggett had left. He examined the ce