A few days, and Storri would be himself again.

As for immediate money, Storri would extort that from Mr.
Harley, who, in his dull-head ignorance or worse, had been the author of his losses.

Who first spoke of Northern Consolidated?
Who suggested the "bear" raid?
Was it not Mr.Harley?
The affair had been his; the loss should be his; Mr.Harley must repay, or face the wrath of Storri.
"Face the wrath of Storri!" exclaimed that furious nobleman with an oath.

"He would face nobody--nothing! Bah! that Harley; he is a dog and the coward son of a dog! Yes, he shall come here; he shall crawl and crouch! I, Storri, will give him the treatment due a dog!" Storri wrote a blunt word to Mr.Harley and dispatched it to that shattered capitalist.
"Come to-night at nine, you Harley," said the note, "and do not presume to fail, or my next communication will be through one of your officers of police." Storri was aware that the French shares were gone from him, but he counted on easily tracking them and buying them back.

He would force Mr.
Harley to give him the very money that was to buy them.