“Yes, money,” said Leon, harshly.
“You must really apply to Wiggins, then,” said she, carelessly.
“No; you yourself are the only one to whom I must apply.”
“To me? I have no money whatever. It is of no use for me to inform you that Wiggins is all-powerful here. I thought by your professed knowledge of his wonderful secrets that you had some great power over him, and could get from him whatever you want.”
“Never mind what you thought,” growled Leon. “I come to you, and you only, and I ask you for money.”
“How can I give it?”
“By signing your name to a paper, a simple paper, which I can use. Your signature is necessary to effect what I wish.”
“My signature? Ah! And what possible inducement can you offer me for my signature?”
“Why, what you most desire.”
“What? My freedom?”