“He won’t tell, sir; only says it’s very important.”
“And won’t go. Does he say he won’t go?”
“Says he’ll stand there till he sees you, sir, if it’s all day.”
“And yet isn’t crazy. Show him up.”
The sundowner was shown in. The broker said to himself, “No, he’s not crazy; that is easy to see; so he must be the other thing.”
Then aloud, “Well, my good fellow, be quick about it; don’t waste any words; what is it you want?”
“I want to borrow a hundred thousand pounds.”
“Scott! (It’s a mistake; he is crazy . . . . No—he can’t be—not with that eye.) Why, you take my breath away. Come, who are you?”
“Nobody that you know.”
“What is your name?”