"I know all about what has happened," said Montague. "I know what
went on at that conference."
"What do you mean?" gasped the General.
"I know what they made you promise to do. They are going to wreck
the Gotham Trust Company."
The General was dumfounded. "Why!" he gasped. "How? Who told you?
How could you--"
Montague had to wait a minute or two until his friend had got over
his dismay.
"I cannot help it," he burst out, finally. "What can I do?"
"You can refuse to play their game!" exclaimed Montague.
"But don't you suppose that they would do it just the same? And how
long do you suppose that I would last, if I refused them?"
"But think of what it means!" cried Montague. "Think of the ruin!
You will bring everything about your head."
"I know, I know!" cried the General, in a voice of anguish. "Don't
think that I haven't realised it--don't think that I haven't fought
against it! But I am helpless, utterly helpless."
He turned upon Montague, and caught his sleeve with a trembling
hand. "I never thought that I would live to face such an hour," he
exclaimed.
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