The young man sprang to his feet, seized the revolver, and keeping the banker covered with it, said thickly through his clenched teeth: "A moment. Wait a moment."
For some seconds there was neither motion nor word. The one man stood over the other, the revolver in his hand, his finger on the trigger.
"I have thought of Maud until I am ready to shoot you here. Now speak. What was it?"
"She is a beggar."
"How?"
"I have stolen all her fortune. I sold out the Consols and used the money. The money is all gone."
"Have you confessed all?"
"Yes; all."
"And are you ready to die for that?"
"I am."