"James Walsh," the general said sternly, "your life is doubly forfeit. As a thief and a swindler, the courts of law will punish you with death;" for in those days death was the penalty of a crime of this kind. "In the second place, as a traitor. As a man who has given aid and assistance to the enemies of your country, your life is forfeit, and I, as the general in command here, doom you to death. In five minutes you will be shot in your courtyard as a thief and a traitor." "Spare me!" the wretched man said, slipping off his chair on to his knees. "Spare my life, and take all that I have. I am rich, and can restore much of that which I took. I will pay 50,000_l._" "Fifty thousand pounds!" the general said; "you stole 80,000_l._, which, with interest, comes up to 100,000_l._, besides which you must pay for acting as a traitor. The military chest is empty, and we want money. I will value your wretched life at 25,000_l._ If you make that sum a present to our military chest, and pay Major Scudamore the 100,000_l._ of which you swindled his father, I will spare you." "One hundred and twenty-five thousand pounds!" the banker said fiercely. "Never, I will die first." "Very well," Lord Beresford said quietly. "Major Scudamore, please call in the officer and four men." Tom did as requested, and Lord Beresford then addressed the officer. "You will take this man, who is an Englishman, who has been acting as a traitor, and giving assistance to the French army, you will take a firing party, place him against the wall of the yard, give him five minutes to make his peace with God, and when the five minutes are up, unless he tells you before that that he wishes to see me, shoot him." Pale and desperate, the banker was led out. "He will give way, I hope," Tom said, as the door closed behind him. "He will give way before the time is up," Lord Beresford said. "He is a coward; I saw it in his face." Four minutes passed on, the door opened again, and the officer returned with his prisoner. "He says he agrees to your terms, sir" "Very well" Lord Beresford answered; "remain outside with your men; they may be wanted yet." The prisoner, without a word, led the way into an adjoining room, which communicated with the public office. This was his private parlor, and in a corner stood a safe. He unlocked it, and, taking out some books and papers, sat down to the table.