"I'm afraid not," remarked Manton quietly.
Treves made a gesture of impatience.
"It's pretty plain, I should think. You need cash, I need some one to step into my shoes; somebody who must take the name of Bernard Treves. Now, do you understand?"
"Your suggestion is that I should pass myself off as you?"
"That's it exactly!"
His visitor stared at him in amazement.
"But I don't see," said he, "any advantage in that for either of us."
"Perhaps not. How much money are you in need of?" Treves inquired pointedly.
"Nearly one hundred and fifty pounds."
Treves whistled.