"What's that?" dully asked Eversleigh, telling himself that at any rate he knew the worst.
"We got a telegram from Bennet saying he was drawing on us for two thousand pounds."
"Well, can't we pay it?"
"Certainly; but it is inconvenient. The withdrawal of this sum from our bank account seriously reduces our balance."
"What is our balance?"
"About six thousand. With care, and if it were not for the coming of Thornton, we might be able to carry on for a long time."
"I have been thinking over our affairs," said Eversleigh, "since you spoke to me yesterday, and it seems to me we ought to call in a first-class accountant to make a thorough investigation."
"And what would be the inevitable result?" asked Silwood, drily.
"We should know—I should know—how we stand."
"But I know quite well."