His wife is dying, and they are starving. He begs hard for
another week----"
Stuff, another week! the dog means another year. He should have thought
of the time for repaying when he was borrowing. Another week--not
another day. Start proceedings at once. Mind, I say it. Didn't I hear
him call me a 'parasite from the pavement' one night at a ball? Screens
have ears, Mr. Wilson, and parasites have memories. Sell him up--do you
hear, Harker?"
"I do sir; it shall be done," replied his servant meekly.
"And now for Leroy's account." With a gleam of fiendish delight in his
eyes, he scrutinized the figures and statements. "Ah! you are getting
them in fast."
"All Mr. Leroy's bills we are getting in--buying up wherever they are
met with, sir, according to your instructions."
"Right, get him into your hands--you know how. Be prepared for--you
know!"
Mr. Harker inclined his head.
"Now for the women. Ah, those dear butterfly creatures will come to the
nasty sticky papers that were meant to catch bluebottles only; well,
then, they must take the consequences. What! Lady Merivale--the fair
Eveline. Does she want to borrow money?"
"She dabbles in the Stock Exchange.
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