"He is a low scamp, and I don't like the
reputation of having such visitors."
Under ordinary circumstances, and but for the secret which
Tony possessed, he would not have been suffered to remain in
the squire's study five minutes, but conscience makes cowards of
us all, and Mr. Duncan felt that he was no longer his own master.
"I'll tell you about the bad luck, squire," Tony resumed.
"You know the bond you gave me the last time I called?"
Mr. Duncan winced, and he did not reply.
"I see you remember it. Well, I thought I might have the
luck to double it, so I went up to New York, and went to see
one of them Wall Street brokers. I asked his advice, and he
told me I'd better buy two hundred shares of some kind of stock,
leaving the bond with him as margin. He said I was pretty sure
to make a good deal of money, and I thought so myself. But the
stock went down, and yesterday I got a letter from him, saying
that the margin was all exhausted, and I must give him another,
Or he would sell out the stock."
"Mr. Denton, you have been a fool!" exclaimed Mr. Duncan
irritably. "You might have known that would be the result of
your insane folly.
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