“‘He’s got on my nerves and my conscience,’ said Harry. ‘By Jove! he haunts me. When I heard of this mysterious Englishman to-day I got a chill.’
“‘You go buy yourself a small shovel and a pocket light to-morrow,’ I suggested, and at night go back in the hills with the Bishop’s head and bury it.’
“‘And if I get into trouble I want you to take care of me.’
“I made no answer. It didn’t seem necessary, but I said: ‘There’s another matter of which I have come to talk with you. Our friend Roger is in trouble.’
“I told him the story of Roger’s downfall. It got under his vest, and I added: ‘Now, Harry, it’s up to you to indulge in some more philanthropy. You ought to help him.’
“‘What––what can I do?’ he asked in amazement.
“‘Lend him the money––twenty thousand dollars. It isn’t all that the public 120 will charge against you on Roger’s account, but it will do.’
“‘Harry sank in his chair and threw up his hands as if grasping for a straw.
“‘It’s my whole allowance for the year,’ he said, ‘and I couldn’t appeal to the Governor.’
“‘Nevertheless you ought to do it, for Roger told me that it was your pace that brought him where he is.’