No, by God--no!" He started to leave the room.

Barclay caught the old man and swung him into a chair.

The flint that Barclay's nature needed had been struck.
His face was aglow as with an inspiration.
"Listen, man, listen!" Barclay cried.

"I'm not going to break your bank, I'm trying to save it." He knew that the plan was ripe in his head, and as he talked it out, something stood beside him and marvelled at its perfection.

As its inherent dishonesty revealed itself, the old man's face flinched, but Barclay went on unfolding his scheme.