Saturday noon
Tully would reach out a nerveless hand and draw forth the quivering heart of his secret . Tully would know right off that a man could have no respectable reason for borrowing five dollars on Thursday . There remained old Metzeger who worked silently all day over a set of giant ledgers , interminably beautifying their pages with his meticulous figures . True , Bean had once heard Bulger fail interestingly to borrow five dollars of Metzeger until Saturday noon , but a flash of true Napoleonic genius now enabled him to see precisely why Bulger had not succeeded . Metzeger lived for numerals , for columned digits alone . He carried thousands of them in his head and apparently little else . He could tell to the fraction of a cent what Union Pacific had opened at on any day you chose to name .