"What do you intend doing?"
"Nothing. What can I do?"
Bennet sat very still, thinking what was the best course for him to take.
"Do you suppose," he asked at length, "that Mr. Silwood was guilty of other—irregularities?"
"How can I tell? For many years Mr. Silwood attended to all the financial business of the firm, and I never concerned myself with it at all. And now I can only find out very slowly and gradually how matters stand."
"Have you no capital? No means of your own?"
"No. I have always lived up to my income—you know how I have lived, Harry, for you have often shared my hospitality," said Eversleigh, appealingly.
"Oh, your hospitality be ——!" cried Bennet, rudely. "How does that help either you or me now? If anything, it makes matters worse. What I ought to do is just what I said. I should go to another solicitor, tell him how the case stands, and in a short time you would be in prison. But what good will that be to me? I must think everything over very carefully. I shall not be precipitate."
Eversleigh held up his head a little.
"Thank you, Harry," he said.