“I am glad you acknowledge it. You see you had better keep quiet for your own sake.”
“If I keep quiet I shall starve.”
“Do you want to go to prison?”
“I shouldn’t mind so much if you went along, too.”
“Are you crazy, Philip Carton?”
“No, I am not, but I am beginning to get sensible. If I go to prison I shall at least have enough to eat, and now I haven’t.”
“What do you mean by all this foolish talk?”
“I mean that if you won’t give me any money I will go to the store and tell Mr. Goodnow something that will surprise him.”
Jasper was getting thoroughly frightened.
“Come, Philip.” he said, “listen to reason. You know how poor I am.”