So Frank set out with a higher courage, and they both returned to the agent’s house. His white face turned a shade whiter when he understood their errand.
‘Is this necessary, Mr. Wingfield?’ he pleaded. ‘Won’t you take my word for this money?’
‘I am sorry to have to say it, sir, but we have trusted in your word too often.’
‘But the money is there, I swear it.’
‘It is the Company’s money, and we must have it.’
‘It will ruin my credit locally if I draw out my whole account under compulsion.’
‘Then let him keep ten pounds in,’ said Frank. Farintosh agreed with an ill grace to the compromise, and they all started off for the bank. When they reached the door the agent turned upon them with an appealing face.
‘Don’t come in with me, gentlemen. I could never hold up my head again.’
‘It is for Mr. Crosse to decide.’
‘I don’t want to be unreasonable, Farintosh. Go in alone and draw the money.’