"Anything that was to be done is done, Mr. Randolph; please let me have the money at once. You don't know how important it is. You will know soon enough."
Mr. Randolph unlocked his desk without a word, and handed him ten five-pound notes. Then he said: "By the way, I have gold, if you would rather have it. There were some rents paid in this afternoon."
"I would much rather have gold."
Mr. Randolph put the notes in the desk, and then unlocked the safe. "Would you rather have a hundred?"
"Yes, sir, if you will let me have them."
The lawyer handed him a small canvas bag.
"God bless you, sir!" the lad said; "remember, please, whatever you hear, it was done in self-defence."
Then without another word he opened the door and was gone.
"Why, what is the matter, my dear?" Mrs. Randolph exclaimed, as her husband returned to the dining-room. "Why, you are as pale as death."
"I don't know what is the matter exactly," he said. "Hugh has borrowed a hundred pounds of me, and has gone."