"Yes;—I have come to say good-bye."
"Where are you going then? You shan't start to Guatemala if I know it."
"That's all over, my boy," said Lopez, smiling.
"What is it you mean?" said Sexty, sitting square on his chair and looking very serious.
"I am not going to Guatemala or anywhere else. I thought I'd just look in to tell you that I'm just done for,—that I haven't a hope of a shilling now or hereafter. You told me the other day that I was afraid to come here. You see that as soon as anything is fixed, I come and tell you everything at once."
"What is fixed?"
"That I am ruined. That there isn't a penny to come from any source."
"Wharton has got money," said Sexty.
"And there is money in the Bank of England,—but I cannot get at it."
"What are you going to do, Lopez?"