He put on his hat and
took his false security to the money-lenders, without feeling at all
lowered in his own estimation as an honest man.
Bulpit Brothers, long desirous of having such a name as his on their
books, received him with open arms. The security (covering the amount
borrowed) was accepted as a matter of course. The money was lent, for
three months, with a stroke of the pen. Turlington stepped out again
into the street, and confronted the City of London in the character of
the noblest work of mercantile creation--a solvent man.*
The Fallen Angel, walking invisibly behind, in Richard's shadow, flapped
his crippled wings in triumph. From that moment the Fallen Angel had got
him.
* It may not be amiss to remind the incredulous reader that
a famous firm in the City accepted precisely the same
security as that here accepted by Bulpit Brothers, with the
same sublime indifference to troubling themselves by making
any inquiry about it.
FOURTH SCENE.
Muswell Hill.
The next day Turlington drove to the suburbs, on the chance of finding
the Graybrookes at home again.
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