While Potts was talking to this man another was waiting patiently beside him. Of course this imperative claimant had to be paid or else the bank would have to stop, and this was a casualty which Potts could not yet face with calmness. Before it came to that he was determined to pay out his last sovereign. On paying the thirty thousand pounds it was found that there were only two bags left of two thousand pounds each. The other man who had waited stood calmly, while the one who had been paid was making arrangements about conveying his money away. It was now two o’clock. The stranger said quietly to the clerk opposite that he wanted gold. “How much?” said the clerk, with the same blandness. “Forty thousand pounds,” answered the stranger. “Sorry we can’t accommodate you, Sir,” returned the clerk. Potts had heard this and came forward. “Won’t you take a draft on London?” said he. “Can’t,” replied the man; “I was ordered to get gold.” “A draft on Smithers & Co.?” “Couldn’t take even Bank of England notes,” said the stranger; “I’m only an agent. If you can’t accommodate me I’m sorry, I’m sure.” Potts was silent. His face was ghastly. As much agony as such a man could endure was felt by him at that moment. Half an hour afterward the shutters were up; and outside the door stood a wild and riotous crowd, the most noisy of whom was the tailor. The Brandon Bank had failed. CHAPTER L. THE BANK DIRECTORS. The bank doors were closed, and the bank directors were left to their own refections. Clark had been in through the day, and at the critical moment his feelings had overpowered him so much that he felt compelled to go over to the inn to get something to drink, wherewith he might refresh himself and keep up his spirits. Potts and John remained in the bank parlor. The clerks had gone. Potts was in that state of dejection in which even liquor was not desirable. John showed his usual nonchalance. “Well, Johnnie,” said Potts, after a long silence, “we’re used up!” “The bank’s bursted, that’s a fact. You were a fool for fighting it out so long.” “I might as well. I was responsible, at any rate.” “You might have kept your gold.” “Then my estate would have been good. Besides, I hoped to fight through this difficulty. In fact, I hadn’t any thing else to do.” “Why not?” “Smithers & Co,” “Ah! yes.” “They’ll be down on me now. That’s what I was afraid of all along.” “How much do you owe them?” “Seven hundred and two thousand pounds.” “The devil! I thought it was only five hundred thousand.” “It’s been growing every day. Its a dreadful dangerous thing to have unlimited credit.” “Well, you’ve got something as an offset. The debts due the bank.”