He thinks he is broke,--dead broke,--and there'd be a hundred and fifty thousand dollars for him if he could put up ten thousand dollars to-night.

If I were you I wouldn't hide it from him any longer." Mona got to her feet in anger.

"If you would give me a chance to explain, I would do so," she said, her lips trembling.

"Unfortunately, I am in your hands, but please give me credit for some intelligence--and some heart.

In any case I shall not be bullied." The Young Doctor almost laughed outright, despite the danger of the situation.