you owe me. And I intend that you shall, or by G— you shall suffer for it! I'm not going to stand it any longer. I know where to have you, and have you I will."
Cousin George was not quite sure whether the captain did know where to have him. If Mr. Boltby had been with him, it might be so; but then Captain Stubber was not a man so easily found as Mr. Hart, and the connection between himself and the captain might possibly have escaped Mr. Boltby's inquiries. It was very difficult to tell the story of his love to such a man as Captain Stubber, but he did tell it. He explained all the difficulties of Sir Harry's position in regard to the title and the property, and he was diffuse upon his own advantages as head of the family, and of the need there was that he should marry the heiress.
"But there is not an acre of it will come to you unless he gives it you?" inquired Captain Stubber.
"Certainly not," said Cousin George, anxious that the captain should understand the real facts of the case to a certain extent.
"And he needn't give you the girl?"
"The girl will give herself, my friend."
"And he needn't give the girl the property?"
"But he will. She is his only child."
"I don't believe a word about it. I don't believe such a one as Sir Harry Hotspur will lift his hand to help such as you."
"He has offered to pay my debts already."
"Very well. Let him make the offer to me. Look here, Captain Hotspur, I am not a bit afraid of you, you know."
"Who asks you to be afraid?"
"Of all the liars I ever met with, you are the worst."
George Hotspur smiled, looking up at the red nose of the malignant old man as though it were a joke; but that which he had to bear at this moment was a heavy burden. Captain Stubber probably understood this, for he repeated his words:
"I never knew any liar nigh so bad as you. And then there is such a deal worse than lies. I believe I could send you to penal servitude, Captain Hotspur."
"You could do no such thing," said Cousin George, still trying to look as though it were a joke, "and you don't think you could."
"I'll do my best, at any rate, if I don't have my money soon. You could pay Mr. Hart two thousand pounds, but you think I'm nobody."
"I am making arrangements now for having every shilling paid to you."
"Yes, I see. I've known a good deal about your arrangements. Look here, Captain Hotspur, unless I have five hundred pounds on or before Saturday, I'll write to Sir Harry Hotspur, and I'll give him a statement of all our dealings. You can trust me, though I can't trust you. Good-morning, Captain Hotspur."
Captain Stubber did believe in his heart that he was a man much injured by Cousin George, and that Cousin George was one whom he was entitled to despise. And yet a poor wretch more despisable, more dishonest, more false, more wicked or more cruel than Captain Stubber could not have been found in all London. His business was carried on with a small capital borrowed from a firm of low attorneys, who were the real holders of the bills he carried, and the profits which they allowed him to make were very trifling. But from Cousin George during the last twelve months he had made no profit at all. And Cousin George in former days had trodden upon him as on a worm.
Cousin George did not fail to perceive that Mr. Boltby had not as yet applied to Captain Stubber.
CHAPTER XI.
MRS. MORTON.
Five hundred pounds before Saturday, and this was Tuesday! As Cousin George was taken westward from Red Lion Square in a cab, three or four dif-
