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Chapter XXVII

           Ifyoudo,andthiscasecomestotrial,nocourtwouldhaveanymercyonyou.It’sgoingtobedifficultenoughtodoanythingforyouasitis.However,ifyoudon’tadvancehimanymore—wewillsee.Itmaybepossible,Ican’tsay,butatanyrate,nomoremoneymustleavethetreasurytobolsterupthisbadbusiness.It’smuchtoodifficultasitnowis."HestaredatStenerwarningly.Andhe,shakenandsick,yetbecauseofthefaintsuggestionofmercyinvolvedsomewhereinMollenhauer’sremarks,nowslippedfromhischairtohiskneesandfoldedhishandsintheupliftedattitudeofadevoteebeforeasacredimage.

           "Oh,Mr.Mollenhauer,"hechoked,beginningtocry,"Ididn’tmeantodoanythingwrong.StrobikandWycrofttoldmeitwasallright.YousentmetoCowperwoodinthefirstplace.IonlydidwhatIthoughttheothershadbeendoing.Mr.Bodedidit,justlikeIhavebeendoing.HedealtwithTigheandCompany.Ihaveawifeandfourchildren,Mr.Mollenhauer.Myyoungestboyisonlysevenyearsold.Thinkofthem,Mr.Mollenhauer!Thinkofwhatmyarrestwillmeantothem!Idon’twanttogotojail.Ididn’tthinkIwasdoinganythingverywrong—honestlyIdidn’t.I’llgiveupallI’vegot.Youcanhaveallmystocksandhousesandlots—anything—ifyou’llonlygetmeoutofthis.Youwon’tlet’emsendmetojail,willyou?"

           Hisfat,whitelipsweretrembling—wabblingnervously—andbighottearswerecoursingdownhispreviouslypalebutnowflushedcheeks.

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