CHAPTER XXXI.
TWO KNAVES QUARREL—THE STARTLING CONFESSION.
Sir Andrew rose and walked about the room like a maniac.
The unfortunate cat came in his path, and that he kicked through the window, slammed the room door and was about to leave the house!
At that precise moment Phillip Redgill arrived, and there they stood gazing at each other in the hall like two beasts of prey.
“What do you want here, sir?” said old Sir Andrew, in a terrific rage. “Get out of my house, you penniless scamp. Get out of my house, you miserable intriguer! I curse the hour I ever saw you!”
“Sir!”
“Sir! Don’t ‘sir’ me, Mr. Redgill; this is no time for compliments, sir, and you know it. I want you to pay me what you owe me, sir, without any delay; the £15,000 which I have loaned you at different times! I want it, sir, paid up immediately, sir, and I’m bound to have it, too, or else——”
“Sir!” continued Phillip, astonished.