In the meantime, the man walked away towards Torrance's office, considering what the maid had told him. He had found it difficult to credit, but her manner had convinced him, and he realized that he could not afford the delay he had hitherto considered advisable. A young woman, he reflected, would scarcely send a wallet of dollars at night to a man whose plans were opposed to her father's without a strong motive, and the fact that Hetty wore a chain hidden about her neck had its meaning. He had, like most of his neighbours, laughed at Larry's hopeless devotion, but he had seen similar cases in which the lady at last relented, and while he knew Hetty's loyalty to her own people, and scarcely thought that she had more than a faint, tolerant tenderness for Larry, it appeared eminently desirable to prevent anything of that kind happening. Torrance, who was sitting smoking, glanced at him impatiently when he went in. "You have been a long while," he said. "I have a sufficient excuse, sir," said Clavering. "Well," said Torrance drily, "they are quite clever girls, but I have found myself wishing lately they were a long way from here. That, however, is not what I want to talk about. Apparently none of us can get hold of Larry." "It is not for the want of effort. There are few things that would please me better." Torrance glanced at Clavering sharply. "No. I fancied once or twice you had a score of your own against him. In fact, I heard Allonby say something of the same kind, too." "Chris is a trifle officious," said Clavering. "Any way, it's quite evident that we shall scarcely hold the homestead-boys back until we get our thumb on Larry." "How are we going to do it? He has come out ahead of us so far." "We took the wrong way," said Clavering. "Now, Larry, as you know, puts all his dealings through the Tillotson Company. Tillotson, as I found out in Chicago, has a free hand to buy stocks or produce with his balances, and Larry, who does not seem to bank his dollars, draws on him. It's not an unusual thing. Well, I've been writing to folks in Chicago, and they tell me Tillotson is in quite a tight place since the upward move in lard. It appears he has been selling right along for a fall." Torrance looked thoughtful. "Tillotson is a straight man, but I've had a notion he has been financing some of the homestead-boys. He handles all Larry's dollars?" Clavering nodded. "He put them into lard. Now, the Brand Company hold Tillotson's biggest contract, and if it suited them they could break him. I don't think they want to. Tillotson is a kind of useful man to them." Torrance brought his fist down on the table. "Well," he said grimly, "we have a stronger pull than Tillotson. Most of the business in this country goes to them, and if he thought it worth while, Brand would sell all his relations up to-morrow. I'll go right through to Chicago and fix the thing." Clavering smiled. "If you can manage it, you will cut off Larry's supplies."