Don't advance him another dollar. If you do, and this
case comes to trial, no court would have any mercy on you. It's going
to be difficult enough to do anything for you as it is. However, if you
don't advance him any more--we will see. It may be possible, I can't
say, but at any rate, no more money must leave the treasury to bolster
up this bad business. It's much too difficult as it now is." He stared
at Stener warningly. And he, shaken and sick, yet because of the faint
suggestion of mercy involved somewhere in Mollenhauer's remarks, now
slipped from his chair to his knees and folded his hands in the uplifted
attitude of a devotee before a sacred image.
"Oh, Mr. Mollenhauer," he choked, beginning to cry, "I didn't mean to do
anything wrong. Strobik and Wycroft told me it was all right. You sent
me to Cowperwood in the first place. I only did what I thought the
others had been doing. Mr. Bode did it, just like I have been doing.
He dealt with Tighe and Company. I have a wife and four children, Mr.
Mollenhauer. My youngest boy is only seven years old. Think of them, Mr.
Mollenhauer! Think of what my arrest will mean to them! I don't want to
go to jail.
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