The Doctor nodded as he drew Clive's arm through his own. "Do not fear the worst," he whispered; "I may save him yet." CHAPTER NINE. TWO DAYS EARLIER. "Well, what news?" said Wrigley, as Jessop Reed entered his gloomy office. "Bah! what a dandy you are! Why, you spend enough on barbers and buttonholes to keep you from borrowing money." "And you spend enough on ballet-girls to keep you from making profits by lending," retorted Jessop. "All right, my Jonathan," said Wrigley. "All right, my David," replied Jessop. "Let me see: David was a Jew." "Whilst I am not," said Wrigley sharply. "Oh, of course not. No one would suppose Wrigley to be an Israelitish name. There, don't set up all your feathers, man, and look so indignant because I suggested that you belonged to the chosen race. There are good Jews." "And precious bad Christians," said Wrigley sourly. "Awfully! But I say, don't be so ruffled, man. Lucky I didn't come for some hard coin this morning." "It is; and hang me if I ever lend you money again if I've to have blood thrown in my face." "Bah! you shouldn't be so sensitive about it. I don't mind about your descent." "Enough to make any man sensitive. Gad, sir, any one would think we were lepers, seeing the treatment we receive." "Yes, it's too bad," said Jessop soothingly; "but you do have your recompense, old man. Nice refined revenge your people have had for the insult and contempt they have met with. There, let's talk business." "Yes, let's talk business. Now, then, what about the hole in the earth down which people throw their money?" "Well, it's a big hole." "Yes, I know that, but is it a big do after all?" "No. As I told you, the old man wouldn't have gone in for it if it hadn't been right." "Then he really does hold a great deal in it?" "More than half, that I know of." "You've carefully made sure of that." "Yes, carefully. It's all right, I tell you." "Good! And what about the dear brother?" "He's still down there." "Surveying the mine?" "Surveying? He has been down it every day for nearly a week, examining every crack and corner--adit, winze, shaft, driving, all the whole lot of it." "Well?" "He sends reports to the old man every night." "And what does he say? Do you know?" "Yes; the old man reads them to me." "Fudge! Flams to rig the market. Chatter for you to spread on the Stock Exchange and make the shares go up." "No," said Jessop quietly, as he sat on a corner of the lawyer's table, and swung his cane and one leg to and fro. "The dad and I don't hit it, and we've had more quarrels than I can count about money and--other little matters; but he's always straightforward with me over business, and I'd trust his word sooner than any man's in London." "Good son." "Ah! you needn't sneer; you'd only be too glad to get his name to a bit of paper." "True, O king! He is a model that way. But then he is pretty warm, and can afford to lose."