"All you have."
"That is impossible," cried Mrs. Darche, incredulously. "I am not enormously rich, but it is something. It is between four and five hundred thousand dollars. Is it not? I have heard you say so."
"Something like that," assented Brett, as though the statement did not alter the case.
Mrs. Darche came close to him, laid her hand upon his arm and gently pushed him, as though urging him to leave her.
"Go! I say," she cried. "Take it. Do as I tell you. There may be time yet. It may save them."
But Brett did not move.
"It is utterly useless," he said stolidly. "It is merely throwing money out of the window. Millions could not stop the inquiry now, nor prevent the law from taking its course if it is appealed to."
"You will not do it?" asked Marion with something almost like a menace in her voice.
"No, I will not," said Brett, more warmly. "I will not let you ruin yourself for nothing."
"Are you really my friend?"