forty-five thousand francs I placed into your hands?"

He made no reply.

"And our hundred and twenty thousand francs?" groaned M. and Mme.
Desclavettes.

"And my sixty thousand francs?" shouted M. Chapelain, with a
blasphemous oath.

The cashier shrugged his shoulders. "Lost," he said, "irrevocably
lost!"

Then their rage exceeded all bounds. Then they forgot that this
unfortunate man had been their friend for twenty years, that they
were his guests; and they commenced heaping upon him threats and
insults without name.

He did not even deign to defend himself.

"Go on," he uttered, "go on. When a poor dog, carried away by the
current, is drowning, men of heart cast stones at him from the bank.
Go on!"

"You should have told us that you speculated," screamed M.
Desclavettes.

On hearing these words, he straightened himself up, and with a
gesture so terrible that the others stepped back frightened.