“Mr Armstrong, it’s about Mr Ratman.”
“So Brandram said. What of him?”
Rosalind told her father’s story, except that she omitted any reference to the desperate proposition for satisfying his claims.
“I am sure it is a fraud, or blackmail, or something of the sort. For all that, he threatens to ruin father.”
“What does the debt amount to?”
“Father spoke of thousands.”
“Does the creditor offer no terms?”
Rosalind flushed, and looked round.
“None; that is, none that can be thought of for a moment.”
“I understand,” said the tutor, to whom the reservation was explicit enough.