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Dearee
me! how curious that you should go and pick out me of all men to turn
into the street--like a dog--like a dog--like a dog."
Hardie turned his head away; and in that moment of humiliation and abject
fear, drank all the bitterness of moral death.
His manhood urged him to defy Skinner and return to the straight path,
cost what it might. But how could he? His own books were all falsified.
He could place a true _total_ before his creditors by simply adding the
contents of his secret hoard to the assets of the Bank; but with this
true arithmetical result he could not square his books, except by
conjectural and fabricated details, which would be detected, and send him
to prison; for who would believe he was lying in figures only to get back
to the truth? No, he had entangled himself in his own fraud, and was at
the mercy of his servant. He took his line. "Skinner, it was your
interest to leave me whilst the bank stood; then you would have got a
place directly; but since you take umbrage at my dismissing you for your
own good, I must punish you--by keeping you.


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