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"
A
bank
doesn
’
t
have
any
choice
,
Ethan
.
You
know
that
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
.
Only
it
’
s
a
shame
you
couldn
’
t
have
advised
him
.
"
"
You
shouldn
’
t
blame
him
,
Ethan
.
"
"
Now
that
I
understand
it
,
I
don
’
t
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
blame
him
,
but
I
never
quite
knew
what
happened
.
"
I
think
Mr
.
Baker
had
prepared
an
opening
.
Having
lost
his
chance
,
he
had
to
grope
about
for
his
next
move
.
He
coughed
,
blew
his
nose
and
wiped
it
with
a
paper
handkerchief
from
a
flat
pocket
package
,
wiped
his
eyes
with
a
second
sheet
,
polished
his
glasses
with
a
third
.
Everyone
has
his
own
method
for
gaining
time
.
I
’
ve
known
a
man
to
take
five
minutes
to
fill
and
light
a
pipe
.
When
he
was
ready
again
,
I
said
,
"
I
know
I
have
no
right
in
myself
to
ask
you
for
help
.
But
you
yourself
brought
up
the
long
partnership
of
our
families
.
"
"
Good
people
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
usually
men
of
excellent
judgment
,
conservative
—
"
"
But
not
blindly
so
,
sir
.
I
believe
that
once
they
decided
on
a
course
they
drove
through
.
"
"
That
they
did
.
"
"
Even
if
it
came
to
sinking
an
enemy
—
or
burning
a
ship
?
"
