Your statement yesterday showed a balance to your credit
of three hundred and fifty-two thousand dollars. That will last at
least--"
"But I have not got three hundred and seventy-seven thousand dollars. I
have only got twenty-seven thousand dollars!"
"But we counted three hundred and seventy-seven thousand dollars."
"When?"
"Yesterday."
"Yesterday--yes. But not this morning."
"Great God!" cried Stuart, thrusting himself forward, "what!--" He fixed
his feeble eyes upon Fields, but could speak no further. His arms fell
down by his sides, and he began to tremble. He did not have sufficient
courage to ask the question. Somebody else did.
"What has become of it?"
"That I shall not tell you!" returned Fields, looking defiantly at one
director after another.
"But is it gone?" cried the chorus. Many of the faces that confronted
Fields had become waxen. The little group was permeated with a tremor.
"Yes, it is gone; I have taken it."
"You have _taken_ it!" "_You_ have taken it!" "_You have taken it!_"
The directors, overwhelmed and confounded, retreated from Fields as if
they were in personal danger from him.
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