"We have talked this matter over thoroughly, Miss Thurwell," said Mr. Benjamin, taking up his old position at the desk, "and we cannot help seeing that it is a great risk for us to run to suppress our information, and a great disappointment."
"Quite so, quite so," interrupted Mr. Levy. "A great risk, and a great disappointment!"
"Still, we are willing and anxious to help you," Mr. Benjamin continued, "and, if you like, we will do so on these terms. If you like to give us a cheque for a thousand pounds, we will agree to let the matter stand over for the present. We cannot give you any undertaking to absolutely destroy or suppress any evidence we may have against Mr. Maddison, as that would be a distinct conspiracy, but we will agree to suspend our present action, and to do nothing without communicating with you."
She moved to the desk, and drew out her cheque book.
"I will do it," she said. "Give me a pen, please."
There was not the slightest sign of emotion on either of their faces. They received the cheque, bowed her out, and watched her disappear into the street without making any sign. Then Mr. Benjamin's exultation broke out.
"Dad, I told you that our fortune was made, didn't I. Was I right or wrong?"
Mr. Levy was so overcome with parental affection, that he could scarcely command his voice. But he did so with an effort.
"You were right, my son," he exclaimed. "You were right, Benjamin. We will go together and cash the cheque."