'Can't you deposit my deeds at the bank and get a temporary advance?' She was very proud of this clever suggestion.
He shook his head: 'No, the bank won't.'
The fact was that the bank had long been pressing him to deposit security for his over-draft.
'I tell you what might be done,' he said, brightening as her idea gave birth to another one in his mind. 'Uncle Meshach might lend some money on the deeds. You shall go down to-morrow morning and ask him, Nora.'
'Me!' She was scared at this result.
'Yes, you,' he insisted, full of eagerness. 'It's your house. Ask him to let you have five hundred on the house for a short while. Tell him we want it. You can get round him easily enough.'
'Jack, I can't do it, really.'
'Oh yes, you can,' he assured her. 'No one better. He likes you. He doesn't like me—never did. Ask him for five hundred. No, ask him for a thousand. May as well make it a thousand. It'll be all the same to him. You go down in the morning, and do it for me.'
Stanway's animation became quite cheerful.
'But about the title—the flaw?' she feebly questioned.