"I will not."
"I told you I'd make good the amount to-morrow morning."
"What the devil do you suppose I want with your money? Five thousand dollars is no more to me than five cents to the average man."
He paused, laughed and again stared at the bowed figure.
"I've waited a long time, old man, but I've got you where I want you now."
The doctor never lifted his head or moved a muscle. His eyes were fixed in a senseless stare. Only the body was present. The soul was gone.
"I say I've got you now!" Bivens repeated angrily. "Did you hear me?"
Stuart spoke in low tones:
"My God, Cal, can't you see."
"Five thousand!" Bivens cried exultantly—"It's too easy! The day I see him in a suit of stripes—I've never done such a thing—but I'm going to take a day off and get drunk."