In a moment Groll entered, stopped near the door, watched him, and in an almost defensive attitude said:
"Well, my boy, in trouble, eh? What is it?"
"Hyman, I'm done for!" said Bofinger, who at this moment reeled and fell into the chair.
"What's the matter with you, man?" Groll said, hobbling forward.
"I guess I'm weak," Bofinger said, passing his hands over his face. "I haven't had time to eat anything all day. Oh, what a day!"
Seeing that the case was urgent Groll rang, ordered some sandwiches and whisky, and presently, as though reassured, came and sat near Bofinger, eyeing him doubtfully.
"Here, now, eat something and drink this," he said, pouring him out a glass. "Talk afterward."
"Hyman, I'm up against it," Bofinger said, shaking his head.
"You are, eh? You look it. What's the matter?"
"I'm cleaned out."