say yourself you're not sure whether you can come out 
of things all right, and three hundred thousand more is 
three hundred thousand more. I can't, Frank. I really 
can't. It wouldn't be right. Besides, I want to talk to 
Mollenhauer first, anyhow." 
" Good God, how you talk!" exploded Cowperwood, 
angrily, looking at him with ill-concealed contempt. "See 
Mollenhauer—that's the thing to do. Let him tell you 
how to cut your own throat for his benefit. It wouldn't 
be right to loan me three hundred thousand dollars more, 
but it would be right to let the five hundred thousand 
dollars you have loaned stand unprotected and lose it. 
That's right, isn't it? That's just what you propose to 
do—lose it, and everything else besides. I want to tell 
you what it is, George—you've lost your mind. You've 
let a single message from Mollenhauer frighten you to 
death, and because of that you're going to risk your for- 
tune, your reputation, your standing—everything. Do 
you really realize what this means if I fail? You will be a 
convict, I tell you, George. You will go to prison. This 
fellow Mollenhauer, who is so quick to tell you what not 
to do now, will be the last man to turn a hand for you 
once you're down. Why, look at me—I've helped you, 
haven't I? Haven't I handled your affairs satisfactorily 
for you up to now? What in Heaven's name has got into 
you? What have you to be afraid of ?" 
Stener was just about to make another weak rejoinder 
when the door from the outer office opened, and Mr. 
Albert Stires, Mr. Stener's chief clerk, entered. Stener 
was too flustered to really pay any attention to Stires for 
the moment; but Cowperwood, being so well known to 
the latter, took matters in his own hands. 
" What is it, Albert ?" he asked, familiarly. 
" Mr. Sengstack from Mr. Mollenhauer to see Mr. 
At the sound of this dreaded name Stener wilted like 
a leaf. Cowperwood saw it. He realized that his last