“I haven’t, I tell you again, not a shilling of it. Look here, what about the police? Have they put it in their hands?”
“The police are trying to trace the money and the man who struck Van Heldre down. Where is that money? It must be restored.”
“Then you must restore it, for I swear I haven’t a single note. Hang it, man, have I ever played you false?”
Harry was silent. His old companion’s persistence staggered him.
“I tell you once more, I went to the office to see if you had got the loan, and was knocked down. Curse it all! is this true or is it not?”
He placed his head close to the light, and Harry shuddered.
“Don’t believe me unless you like. I wish I had never come near the place.”
“I wish so too,” said Harry, coldly.
“There, don’t talk like that, man. It has turned out a failure, unless you have got the coin—have you?”
“Have I?” said Harry with utter loathing in his voice, “No!”