All my money, every cent I've got is in his bank.

Oh, just wait till I see him!" He paused, turning an agonized countenance on his friends.

The loss of the girl for whom he had provided the apartment had touched his sense of remorse; the loss of his money swept him with an anguish so keen that for the time it excluded all other emotions from his mind.
"We're all paupers!" he exclaimed.

"Made paupers by Ward.

Ward--yes, damn him! Ward--the thief! My respectable brother-in-law! Ward--the--" Collins stopped short, amazement written across his features.