MR. VOYSEY. Muddlement, muddlement! Then the money went and what was he
to do. He'd no capital, no credit, and was in terror of his life. My
dear Edward, if I hadn't found it out, he'd have confessed to the first
man who came and asked for a balance sheet.
EDWARD. Well, what exact sum was he to the bad then?
MR. VOYSEY. I forget. Several thousands.