"I thought it might save trouble. You see, Harry, I haven't forgotten that hideous scene we had in London, last time you decided it was all up with you, there wasn't anything to do but cut your throat. I didn't see any sense in going through all that again."
After a full minute of silence Lontaine uttered heavily: "I see you've guessed...."
"There have been so many of these crises in our life together, Harry, I ought to know the signs—don't you think?"
The man stumbled to a chair, and bent a louring countenance over hands savagely laced. "What else can I do?" he muttered. "I'm in a hole there's no other way out of...."
"There are steamers every so often from San Francisco, for Honolulu, China, Japan, the South Seas...."
"No use. They'd get me by wireless if they ever allowed me to go aboard. Zinn ... I'm sure that Jew devil suspects ... insists on getting at the books first thing tomorrow."
"How much have you got into Cindy for?"
Lontaine said stupidly: "Eh? What's that?"
"How much have you ... borrowed, Harry?"
"Fifty thou—perhaps a bit more."