"Shut your foolish old mouth!" exclaimed Mr. Hollywell.
The old Jew sank into a chair, still groaning and lamenting, while the money-lender turned to Mr. Mellen.
"What will you do now, sir?" he asked.
"Nothing."
He looked despondent now, though the fierce anger that had blazed in his face at the first sight of the writing lighted it up still.
"I am perfectly satisfied," he continued. "I am much obliged to you for your trouble."
"I am very sorry," Mr. Hollywell began, but Mellen checked him.
"It is just as well—don't be troubled."
He took out his pocket-book, laid down a bank note whose value made the old Jew's eyes sparkle with avidity, and hurried out of the dark little shop.