“He won’t know until his accountant goes over the Monday ledger,” Arthur said.

“Right now, Gerald believes his money is still paying for every chandelier, every steak dinner, and every bottle of Pinot Noir in that ballroom.”

“Howard accepted the replacement funds without any trouble?” David asked his father.

“Howard was relieved,” Arthur replied.

“The country club board doesn’t like holding bad paper, and Gerald’s check was written against an account that had less than six thousand dollars in it yesterday afternoon.”

Arthur placed the cashier’s check inside his leather pocket ledger and snapped the brass clasp shut.