Harry frowned at the floor, and was silent, but his brother's answer satisfied him.
"All right. You go back—but I've got to get some money. I can't starve."
"I don't want you to," Jim fumbled in his pockets and brought out some bills. "Here—take these. They're yours anyway. We'll arrange for more later. I've an account at a bank here——"
"And so have I—but I don't dare——"
"Very good. What's your bank?"
"Hartjes & Cie."
"All right. I'll get some checks to-morrow and you can make one payable to yourself. I'll cash it and give you the money. And I'll make one out at my bank for the same amount, dated back into October, before the Boissière fight, payable to bearer. You can get it cashed?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"A woman I know."