Old Nathans was so angry about the coming of Nellie upon the scene that he stormed every time he came to the Benson home.
“You are a fool,” raved he, “a perfect fool. Long ago you ought to have settled this affair, instead of calling upon me for such large amounts. Now then, unless you get some of that girl’s money or get her out of the way, we will both be ruined. She is a crafty witch.”
“Yes, but does not take a step that she is not watched.”
“Maybe she fools you.”
“Not much; I am paying the servants well.”
“Women are not to be trusted,” commented Nathans, “for when you think you know just what they are doing that is the time you get fooled.”
Benson made no reply to this.
“The only thing I want,” went on the Jew angrily, “is some of the money I’ve let you have the past fifteen years and before that time. Now, get a hustle on yourself, and don’t keep me waiting any longer. I should think with that Tom out of the way it would be easy enough to put her out of our path.”
“You tried it once,” said Benson, “and utterly failed.”