“I knew,” hesitatingly, “that Uncle Joe had borrowed for our expenses, but I didn’t know how he did it.”
“That’s how he did it,” curtly. “And the mortgage includes the leases and the whole bloomin’ outfit.”
“But he only borrowed a few hundred,” she ventured.
“We require ample security,” importantly.
“What is it you want of me?” Kate’s voice trembled slightly. The import of the interview was beginning to dawn upon her.
Wentz cleared his throat and announced impressively:
“There was a meeting of the directors called yesterday and it was decided that the bank must have its money.”
She cried aghast:
“I haven’t it, Mr. Wentz!”
“Then there’s only one alternative.”