Geoffrey said nothing for the moment, but stared fixedly at the moneylender.
"Ha! Hey!" said Roper, impatiently, and there was a yellow gleam in his eyes. "I am waiting. What about Marshall?"
"I would rather ask you what about Jenner?"
"I do nothing for nothing, as I have told you," was the reply. "If you could assist me to punish that wretch, I might perhaps help you; otherwise----"
"Well, I may be able to help you in that!"
"Oh, oh!" said the old man. "And what grudge have you against Marshall?"
"I have none but I have a very good reason for acting as I am doing."
"What is your reason?"
"That I refuse to tell you. Speak freely to me, or leave the matter alone, my good man. I can do without your assistance."
"No, no!" cried the usurer, with frightful energy. "If Marshall is to get into trouble, I am the man to assist. He broke my Elsa's heart; I wish to be revenged. What is it you want to know?"