“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“You’ll have to help me,” replied Potts. “You’ve got something.”
“I’ve got fifty thousand pounds in the Plymouth Bank.”
“You’ll have to let me have it.”
Clark hesitated.
“I don’t know,” said he.
“D-n it, man, I’ll give you any security you wish. I’ve got more security than I know what to do with.”
“Well,” said Clark, “I don’t know. There’s a risk.”
“I only want it for a few days. I’ll send down stock to my London broker and have it sold. It will give me hundreds of thousands—twice as much as all the bank issue. Then I’ll pay up these devils well, and that d——d tailor worst of all. I swear I’ll send it all down to-day, and have every bit of it sold. If there’s going to be a run, I’ll be ready for them.”
“How much have you?”