FORcibly, sir--and as if he was quite sure of it." Again he looked over Harry's shoulder, following the list with his skinny finger.

At the same time he lowered his voice--became even humble.

"Ah, there it is--the English racing saddle and the pair of blankets, and the--might I ask you, sir, whether you have among your papers any receipt for-- ?" "But I don't pay these bills--I never pay any bills." Harry's tone had now reached a higher pitch.
"EXactly so, sir--just what your father said, sir, and with such vehemence that I moved toward the door." Out went the finger again, the insinuating voice keeping up.

"And then the five hundred dollars from Mr.Slater--you see, sir, we had all these accounts placed in our hands with the expectation that your father would liquidate at one fell swoop--these were Mr.Combes's very words, sir: 'ONE FELL SWOOP.'" This came with an inward rake of his hand, his fingers grasping an imaginary sickle, Harry's accumulated debts being so many weeds in his way.
"And didn't he?
He always has," demanded the culprit.
"EXactly so, sir--exactly what your father said." "Exactly what ?" "That he had heretofore always paid them." "Well, then, take them to him!" roared Harry, breaking loose again.

"I haven't got anything to do with them, and won't." "Your father's PREcise words, sir," purred Gadgem.