“Professor, I have come! You are ill?”
“Yes,” said the man, in a weak voice; “I see you have come, but you are too late.”
“Too late? Oh, no, professor. I came as soon as possible after receiving your letter. I am so sorry to see this misfortune has completely upset you.”
“You are making a mistake.”
“I? A mistake? How?”
“You should not call me professor.”
“Why not?”
“The professor, Horace Scotch, is a rascal. Don’t interrupt me. I have thought it all out lying here. That man is a rascal. He should be properly punished. Any man that uses in speculation money held in trust by him is a rascal. It is a criminal act. Horace Scotch must receive his just deserts.”
“My dear professor——”
The man made a weak motion with one thin hand.