“Oh, I know that old yarn.”
“And that he must and would have money to meet those bills of yours.”
Jack looked grave.
“Did he mean it?”
“Yes,” said Leonard. “Thanks to you, I know Mr. Levy Moss by this time, and I am sure he was in earnest.”
“Confound him!” muttered Jack.
“Confounding him won’t pay him,” said Leonard, sensibly.
Jack rose and paced the room.
“What am I to do, Len?”
“I don’t know,” said Leonard. “If I could help you—but all I have wouldn’t meet one bill.”