"You stated that his losses might amount to forty or forty-five thousand. Is that correct?"
"That's our affair!"
"You don't understand," said Bojo quietly, "but I think it will be to your interest to listen to me. Do I understand that you intend to exercise your claim on whatever property may still be left to Mr. Forshay's widow?"
"What nonsense is he talking?" said Flaspoller, turning to his partner in amazement.
"I thought so," said Bojo, taking his answer from their attitude. "I repeat, kindly give me the exact figures, in detail, of the total indebtedness of Mr. Forshay to your firm."
"I suppose you want to pay it, eh?" said Flaspoller contemptuously.
"Exactly."
"What!"
The reply came almost in a shout. Hauk, keener than his partner, perceiving from the exalted calm of the young man that the matter was serious, caught Flaspoller by the arm and shot him into a chair.
"You sit down and be quiet." He approached Bojo, studying him keenly. "You want to pay up for Forshay—am I right?"