“No, you are not, for we shall prevent you,” said Ben firmly.
“You, a half-grown boy!” rejoined Ezra contemptuously.
“No matter what I am. Your uncle wants his money, and must have it.”
Ezra leaned back in his chair and looked at his visitors with an impudent smile.
“Well, he can’t have it.”
Ben went to the door and exchanged a word with some one.
Mr. Bentham, the lawyer, entered followed by a policeman.
“Mr. Winter,” said Bentham, “I hold a warrant for your arrest on account of intended fraud. I may or may not have it served, but my client here, your uncle, must have his money, or you go from here to the station-house.”
At last Ezra was conquered. He was a coward at heart and he dreaded the law.
“Perhaps we can arrange this matter, gentlemen,” he said.