of what you have made to-day." Veitel stood petrified.
"Not a word against it," continued Hippus, with a wicked glance at him over his spectacles; "we know each other.

I was the means of your getting the money, and I alone.

You make use of me, and you see that I can make use of you.

Give me four hundred of your eight thousand at once." Veitel tried to speak.
"Not a word," repeated Hippus, rapping the table with the dollars in his hand; "give me the money." Veitel looked at him, felt in the pocket of his coat, and laid down two notes.
"Now two more," said Hippus, in the same tone.

Veitel added another.
"And now for the last, my son," nodded he, encouragingly.
Veitel delayed a moment and looked hard at the old man's face, on which a malevolent pleasure was visible.