edward. I thought that a year ago, Trenchard. I thought that at the worst he was a splendid criminal.
booth. Really . . really, Edward!
edward. And everything was to come right in the end . . we were all to be in reality as wealthy and as prosperous as we have seemed to be all these years. But when he fell ill . . towards the last he couldn't keep the facts from me any longer.
trenchard. And those are?
edward. Laughable. You wouldn't believe there were such fools in the world as some of these wretched clients have been. I tell you the firm's funds were just a lucky bag into which he dipped. Now sometimes their money doesn't even exist.
booth. Where's it gone?
edward. [very directly.] You've been living on it.
booth. Good God!
trenchard. What can you pay in the pound?
edward. Without help? . . six or seven shillings, I daresay. But we must do better than that.