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But
time
was
not
a
thing
to
be
had
in
this
emergency
.
With
the
seventy-five
thousand
dollars
his
friends
had
extended
to
him
,
and
sixty
thousand
dollars
secured
from
Stires
,
Cowperwood
met
the
Girard
call
and
placed
the
balance
,
thirty-five
thousand
dollars
,
in
a
private
safe
in
his
own
home
.
He
then
made
a
final
appeal
to
the
bankers
and
financiers
,
but
they
refused
to
help
him
.
He
did
not
,
however
,
commiserate
himself
in
this
hour
.
He
looked
out
of
his
office
window
into
the
little
court
,
and
sighed
.
What
more
could
he
do
?
He
sent
a
note
to
his
father
,
asking
him
to
call
for
lunch
.
He
sent
a
note
to
his
lawyer
,
Harper
Steger
,
a
man
of
his
own
age
whom
he
liked
very
much
,
and
asked
him
to
call
also
.
He
evolved
in
his
own
mind
various
plans
of
delay
,
addresses
to
creditors
and
the
like
,
but
alas
!
he
was
going
to
fail
.
And
the
worst
of
it
was
that
this
matter
of
the
city
treasurer
's
loans
was
bound
to
become
a
public
,
and
more
than
a
public
,
a
political
,
scandal
.
And
the
charge
of
conniving
,
if
not
illegally
,
at
least
morally
,
at
the
misuse
of
the
city
's
money
was
the
one
thing
that
would
hurt
him
most
.
How
industriously
his
rivals
would
advertise
this
fact
!
He
might
get
on
his
feet
again
if
he
failed
;
but
it
would
be
uphill
work
.
And
his
father
!
His
father
would
be
pulled
down
with
him
.
It
was
probable
that
he
would
be
forced
out
of
the
presidency
of
his
bank
.
With
these
thoughts
Cowperwood
sat
there
waiting
.
As
he
did
so
Aileen
Butler
was
announced
by
his
office-boy
,
and
at
the
same
time
Albert
Stires
.
"
Show
in
Miss
Butler
,
"
he
said
,
getting
up
.
"
Tell
Mr.
Stires
to
wait
.
"
Aileen
came
briskly
,
vigorously
in
,
her
beautiful
body
clothed
as
decoratively
as
ever
.
The
street
suit
that
she
wore
was
of
a
light
golden-brown
broadcloth
,
faceted
with
small
,
dark-red
buttons
.
Her
head
was
decorated
with
a
brownish-red
shake
of
a
type
she
had
learned
was
becoming
to
her
,
brimless
and
with
a
trailing
plume
,
and
her
throat
was
graced
by
a
three-strand
necklace
of
gold
beads
.
Her
hands
were
smoothly
gloved
as
usual
,
and
her
little
feet
daintily
shod
.
There
was
a
look
of
girlish
distress
in
her
eyes
,
which
,
however
,
she
was
trying
hard
to
conceal
.
"
Honey
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
on
seeing
him
,
her
arms
extended
--
"
what
is
the
trouble
?
I
wanted
so
much
to
ask
you
the
other
night
.
You
're
not
going
to
fail
,
are
you
?
I
heard
father
and
Owen
talking
about
you
last
night
.
"
"
What
did
they
say
?
"
he
inquired
,
putting
his
arm
around
her
and
looking
quietly
into
her
nervous
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
you
know
,
I
think
papa
is
very
angry
with
you
.
He
suspects
.
Some
one
sent
him
an
anonymous
letter
.
He
tried
to
get
it
out
of
me
last
night
,
but
he
did
n't
succeed
.
I
denied
everything
.
I
was
in
here
twice
this
morning
to
see
you
,
but
you
were
out
.
I
was
so
afraid
that
he
might
see
you
first
,
and
that
you
might
say
something
.
"
"
Me
,
Aileen
?
"
"
Well
,
no
,
not
exactly
.
I
did
n't
think
that
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
thought
.
Oh
,
honey
,
I
've
been
so
worried
.
You
know
,
I
did
n't
sleep
at
all
.
I
thought
I
was
stronger
than
that
;
but
I
was
so
worried
about
you
.
You
know
,
he
put
me
in
a
strong
light
by
his
desk
,
where
he
could
see
my
face
,
and
then
he
showed
me
the
letter
.
I
was
so
astonished
for
a
moment
I
hardly
know
what
I
said
or
how
I
looked
.
"
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
