and you're that man. Its balance sheets are faked, its reserves are non-existent. Its sinking fund is spurlos versenkt."
"Sir!"
"I tell you I know Punsonby's—I've had the best accountants in London working out your position, and I know you live from hand to mouth and that the margin between your business and bankruptcy is as near as the margin between you and prison."
Mr. White was very pale.
"But that isn't my business and I dare say that the money van Heerden paid you this morning will stave off your creditors. Anyway, I'm not running a Pure Business Campaign. I'm running a campaign against your German friend van Heerden."
"A German?" said the virtuous Mr. White in loud astonishment. "Surely not—a Holland gentleman"
"He's a German and you know it. You've been financing him in a scheme to ruin the greater part of Europe and the United States, to say nothing of Canada, South America, India and Australia."
"I protest against such an inhuman charge," said Mr. White solemnly, and he rose. "I cannot stay here any longer"
"If you go I'll lay information against you," said Beale. "I'm in dead earnest, so you can go or stay. First of all, I want to know in what form you received the money?"
"By cheque," replied White in a flurry.
"On what bank?"
"The London branch of the Swedland National Bank."
"A secret branch of the Dresdner Bank," said Beale. "That's promising. Has Doctor Van Heerden ever paid you money before?"
By now Mr. White was the most tractable of witnesses. All his old assurance had vanished, and his answers were almost apologetic in tone.
"Yes, Mr. Beale, small sums."
"On what bank?"
"On my own bank."
"Good again. Have you ever known that he had an
