"He—he was in the cage, too; and—and you know how he looks when his eyes get little."
"Yes, yes, Izzy."
"They were—expert accountants with him. All day yesterday, Sunday, they were on my books; and—and they had me, Renie—they had me like a rat in a trap."
"Had you, Izzy?"
He drew himself upward, clutching at her arms; and the sobs began to tear him afresh. "They had me, Renie."
"Oh, Izzy, why—"
"I could have paid it back. I could have put it back if the old skinflint hadn't got to sniffing round and sicked 'em on my books. I could have won it all back in time, Renie. With my own uncle, my own mother's brother, it—it wasn't like I was stealing it, was it, Renie? Was it?"
"Oh, my God, Izzy!"
"It wasn't, Renie—my own uncle! I could have won it back if—if—"
"Won back what, Izzy—won back what?"