The young attorney, with Gadgem's assistance, had staved off some accounts until a legal ultimatum had been reached, and, having but few resources of his own left, had, with Todd's help, decided that the silver loving-cup presented to his client's father by the Marquis de Castullux could alone save the situation--a decision which brought an emphatic refusal from the owner.

This and the discovery of Pawson's and Gadgem's treachery had greatly incensed him.
"And you tell me, Pawson, that that scoundrel, Gadgem, has--Todd go down and bring him up here immediately--has had the audacity to run a pawnshop for my benefit without so much as asking my leave ?--peddling my things ?--lying to me straight through ?" Here the door opened and Gadgem's face peered in.

He had, as was his custom, crept upstairs so as to be within instant call when wanted.
"Yes--I am speaking of you, sir.

Come inside and shut that door behind you.

You too, Todd.