Dick nodded. “And he’s very angry, I suppose?” “He is rather furious. That’s what I’ve come to see you about. Where is Leslie?” “She’s in the house. Do you want her?” “No,” said Dick quietly. “I want to talk with you. Come for a walk with me.” They strolled out of all possibility of earshot from the house, and then: “Harry has decided to take the legal management of the estate out of your hands, Gwyn,” he said. “He spoke to me this morning of some funds that you’re handling--about fifty thousand pounds’ worth of stock from the late Lady Chelford’s estate. Is that money intact?” Arthur did not answer. “Is that money intact?” asked Dick again. “No,” said the other huskily; “not a penny of it.” Dick stared at the man in horror. “You mean the money is lost?” Arthur nodded. “Yes, I was persuaded to put it into an oil-field in Texas. The shares are not worth two cents a thousand.” Dick groaned. “Oh, you fool, you cussed fool!” he muttered. “Don’t you realize what this means? I can’t cover you up now, not even for Leslie’s sake. You madman!” Arthur Gwyn passed his hand wearily over his eyes. “What is the use of ragging me?” he asked plaintively. “I’ve been expecting this trouble, and have lived under the shadow of it for years. I’ll have to take my medicine.” “And Leslie?” asked Dick sternly. “What of her? Has she to take your medicine, too?” The man’s pallid face was distorted painfully. “Don’t talk about Leslie, for God’s sake!” he said. “That’s the worst of it. I’m not scared of Dartmoor or bankruptcy or anything. Leslie’s the only fear I have.” “Can you raise the money?” Arthur gave a harsh little laugh. “Raise it? How do you think I can raise fifty thousand?” “You have no friends?” The lawyer’s lips curled. “Not fifty thousand pounds’ worth,” he said curtly. “No, I’m afraid, Alford, I’ve got to go through with it. I’ve been a blackguard, a vain, stupid fool--I’ve asked for all that is coming to me and I shall not squeal.” Dick was silent, going over the problem that this horrible situation presented. Arthur could go to prison and stay there for the rest of his life, for all he cared… but Leslie: this would break her heart. “There is one thing I want you to promise me----” he began, as he foresaw one possible solution which might present itself to Arthur’s mind. The lawyer smiled and nodded. “You can trust me,” he said. “I’ve got some sort of religion tucked away inside my system. Self-destruction is not my idea of a gentleman’s solution. I tell you I’ll stand up to anything that comes, and I’m not going to blow my brains out and leave a coroner’s jury of yokels and carpenters to discuss my private affairs and probe into my iniquities. When will the transfer take place?” “We’ve got a week yet,” said Dick. “I can hold it up for that long; but once the papers are in the hands of the other lawyers, nothing can save you.”