Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William), 1866-1921 / 2008-11-19 00:00:00

"It ought to 'ave been settled months ago."
"Months ago?" I echoed. "It's only twelve months since he borrowed three
hundred pounds from you, and now you're sticking him for seven!"
"I am," said Levy, opening uncompromising lips that entirely disappeared
again next instant.
"He borrows three hundred for a year at the outside, and you blackmail
him for eight hundred when the year's up."
"You said 'seven' just now," interrupted Raffles, but in the voice of a
man who was getting a fright.
"You also said 'blackmailing,'" added Dan Levy portentously. "Do you want
to be thrown downstairs?"
"Do _you_ deny the figures?" I retorted.
"No, I don't; have you got his repayment cards?"
"Yes, here in my hands, and they shan't leave them. You see, you're not
aware," I added severely, as I turned to Raffles, "that this young fellow
has already paid up one hundred in instalments; that's what makes the
eight; and all this is what'll happen to you if you've been fool enough
to get into the same boat."
The money-lender had borne with me longer than either of us had expected
that he would; but now he wheeled back his chair and stood up, a pillar
of peril and a mouthful of oaths.
"Is that all you've come to say?" he thundered. "If so, you young devil,
out you go!"
"No, it isn't," said I, spreading out a document attached to the cards of
receipt which Raffles had obtained from Teddy Garland; these I had
managed to extract without anything else from the inner pocket in which I
had been trying to empty out Raffles's envelope.
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