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have been in a bad hole and we wouldn't even have got 
the credit of telling the truth about it. I did it as much 
for your sake as my own. Butler couldn't or didn't do 
what I wanted him to do—get Mollenhauer and Simpson 
to support the market. Instead of that they are ham- 
mering it. They've got a game of their own. It is up 
to you and me, George, to save ourselves, and that's what 
I'm here for now. If you don't let me have three hundred 
and fifty thousand dollars—three hundred thousand, any- 
how—you and I are ruined. It will be worse for you, 
George, than for me, for I'm not involved in this thing in 
any way—not legally, anyhow. But that's not what I'm 
thinking of. I want to save my business and you want 
to save your name and money." 
" But what can I do, Frank ?" pleaded Stener, weakly. 
" I can't go against Mollenhauer. They can prosecute 
me if I do that. They can do it, anyhow. I can't do that. 
I'm not strong enough. If they didn't know, if you hadn't 
told them, it might be different, but this way—" He 
shook his head sadly, his gray eyes filled with a pale 
distress. 
" George," replied Cowperwood, who realized now that 
only the sternest arguments would have any effect here, 
" don't talk about what I did. What I did I had to do. 
You're in danger of losing your head and your nerve and 
making a serious mistake here, and I don't want to see 
you make it. I have five hundred thousand of the city's 
money invested for you—partly for me, and partly for 
you, but more for you than for me "—which, by the way, 
was not true—" and here you are hesitating in an hour 
like this as to whether you will protect your interest or 
not. I can't understand it. This is a crisis, George. 
Stocks are tumbling on every side—everybody's stocks. 
You're not alone in this—neither am I. This is a panic, 
brought on by a fire, and you can't expect to come out of a 
panic alive unless you do something to protect yourself. 
You say you owe your place to Mollenhauer and 
 
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