“No,” said he, extending his trembling hand; “sit down. I want to talk business.”
“You are in no condition to talk business,” said Orde.
“No!” cried Heinzman with unexpected vigour. “Sit down! Listen to me! Dot's better. I haf your note for sefenty-five t'ousand dollars. No?”
Orde nodded.
“Dot money I never lent you. NO! I'm not crazy. Sit still! I know my name is on dot note. But the money came from somewheres else. It came from your partner, Joseph Newmark.”
Orde half rose from his keg.
“Why? What?” he asked in bewilderment.
“Den ven you could not pay the note, I vas to foreclose and hand over dot Northern Peninsula land to Joseph Newmark, your partner.”
“Impossible!” cried Orde.
“I vas to get a share. It vas a trick.”