Men had pleaded in here with all the eloquence at their command, men of every rank and walk in life, thieves, nobles, ruined men and pseudo-millionaires, always with the same cry--money; money for the great pleasure-mill which day and night drew in its own.

Hunterleys sank heavily into a chair.

The manager seated himself in an official attitude before his desk.
"I am sorry to have distressed you with this letter, Sir Henry," he said.

"However, you must admit that things might have been worse.

It is fortunately our invariable custom, when letters are addressed to one of our clients in our care, to deliver them to no one else under any circumstances.