“It is not at all likely that Mrs. Landray can raise the money for you; as for me—you know I haven't it!”
“That's unfortunate,” said Stark in the gentlest and most pitying of tones. “Very unfortunate, for you know the alternative.”
Benson shrank from him as if he had received a blow.
“You can't do that, you won't—” he cried.
“I will have to, Jacob.”
Benson sank into the chair at the corner of the old man's desk.
“You must let me satisfy you,” he urged.
“Have you the money, Jacob?” asked the banker sharply.
“No; you know that.”
“Can you get it, Jacob?”