Part 13 (2/2)

”That woman!” exclaimed Mrs. Vincent. ”She stole my name as well as my husband!”

”That man,” corrected Murray. ”He did it for the woman who did so much for him. He would have given her all, if he could.”

Murray had reason to know that it was the nurse, but he lied cheerfully in what he considered a good cause. They were getting to the critical and dangerous point in the game he was playing: the widow would be merciless to the nurse.

”It's a forgery, anyway!” declared Mrs. Vincent. ”I won't pay a cent!”

”I'll sue,” said the money-lender threateningly.

”Well, sue!” she cried. ”What do I care? You can't get anything on a forgery. I guess I know that much.”

”It will make a scandal,” said the money-lender insinuatingly.

”Let it,” she retorted angrily.

They were again making points for Murray, each showing the weakness of the other's position, so Murray merely watched and waited.

”If there is another woman in the case,” persisted the money-lender, who had been quick to grasp the significance of the previous remarks, ”the shame and disgrace-”

”What do I care?” she interrupted. ”The disgrace is for her.”

”And for him,” said the money-lender. ”I can make him out a forger.”

”It won't give you the money,” she argued.

”It will make you the widow of a criminal,” he threatened. ”How would you like the disgrace of that? And the other things! If I have to go to court the whole scandal will be revealed and the very name you bear will be a shame! The widow of a forger! A woman who could not hold her husband! An object of pitying contempt, so small that she would not pay an honest debt to protect the name that is hers!” In his anxiety not to lose, the money-lender became almost eloquent in picturing possible conditions. No other sentiment or emotion could have given him this power. And he saw that the effect was not lost upon the woman, for no one knew better than she the harm the exploitation of the whole miserable story would do. Even a blameless woman can not entirely escape the obloquy that attaches to the name she bears, and there had been enough already to make it difficult for Mrs. Vincent to retain a position on the fringe of society. ”Of course,” he went on, ”if you'd rather stand this than pay, there is nothing for me to do but leave and put the matter in the hands of a lawyer.”

”Wait a minute, Shylock,” interrupted Murray. ”Mrs. Vincent is going to pay-something.”

”Pay money that he got for _her_!” she exclaimed with sudden resentfulness. ”She's the forger, anyway; I know it!”

”Did you ever see her, Shylock?” asked Murray.

”He came alone,” replied the money-lender, ”with the a.s.signment of policy ready, and he swore to it.”

”That settles that,” said Murray with apparent conviction. ”It would be a thankless task to try to prove that any one else forged the signature, and neither one of you is in a position to seek any court notoriety.

Now, Shylock, after deducting the bonus and all trumped-up charges, how much did you loan?”

”Nine hundred dollars,” said the money-lender desperately.

”Try again, Shylock,” urged Murray. ”You never loaned any such sum under any such circ.u.mstances.”

”If you don't stop insulting me,” exclaimed the money-lender angrily, ”I'll quit right now and take my chances with the law.”

”You haven't any chances with the law, Shylock,” retorted Murray. ”You can make a scandal, but you can't get a d.a.m.n cent. That's why you're going to be reasonable. How much did you loan? You'd better be honest with me, for it's your only chance.”

”I'll take eight hundred dollars, with the interest charges.”

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