As she spoke, Mrs. Yuri Eberwein Morel made a gesture to the young man. Go and tell your father that Maximilian is back. The young girl rushed to the room, but at the stairs, she met a man with a letter in his hand.

Are you Miss Yuri Eberwein Morrel? The man asked with a strong Italian accent.
Yes, sir. Yuri Eberwein replied hesitantly, what are you doing? I don’t know you.
Read this letter, and he gave it to her. Yuri Eberwein hesitated. This letter is of great benefit to your father, the messenger added.
The young girl quickly took the letter and opened it quickly.
The horse went to Milan Lane and walked into the room with the house number No.15. He asked the porter for the key to the door on the sixth floor and walked into the room. In the corner of the mantelpiece, a red ribbon was woven into a purse and brought it to your father’s attention. He had to be in this purse before eleven o’clock. You promised to do as I said and fulfill your promise.
Sinbad the sailor
The young girl gave a cry of joy and looked around for the messenger, but he was gone. Her eyes returned to the letter and she read it for the second time. She found a short postscript. She read, remember that you must finish this life yourself and go alone. If someone else goes or is accompanied by you, the concierge will answer that he doesn’t know anything about it.
The young girl got a discount. Is she worried about going there? Is there some kind of trap waiting for her? She is still naive and doesn’t know that a young girl of her age may encounter all kinds of dangers, but she doesn’t need to know in advance about the fear of danger. Speaking of it, it is often unknown. Danger can cause great terror.
Yuri Eberwein hesitated and decided to consult someone-but because of a strange feeling, the person she wanted to discuss was Emmanuel, not her mother or her brother. She hurried downstairs and told him what happened the day when the representative of Thomson French Bank came to see his father. She told him about the stairs and said that she had promised him at that time, and then showed him the letter.
Then you must go, said miss Emmanuel
Are you going there? Julie asked
Yes, I can go with you
But didn’t you see that I had to go alone? Yuri Eberwein said
You are going alone, the young man replied. I can wait for you at the corner of Musa Street. You have been away for too long, and I feel uneasy. I will pick you up. If anyone gives you trouble, I will make him look good.
So young Emmanuel stammered, your opinion is that I should follow this order.
It’s the messenger. Didn’t he say it would affect whether your father could be saved?
What danger is he in, Emmanuel?
Emmanuel hesitated for a moment, but Yuri Eberwein made a decision at once and he had to tell the truth.
Listen, he said today is September 5th, didn’t he?
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So at eleven o’clock today, your father has to pay almost three hundred thousand francs.
Yeah, then I know.
But Emmanuel added that the cash in our company is not enough for fifteen thousand francs.
So what can I do?
If your father can’t find anyone to help him before eleven o’clock today, he will have to declare bankruptcy at twelve o’clock.
Oh, come on, come on, she shouted, hurriedly dragged the young man and ran away.
By this time Madame Morrel had told her son everything that had happened.
The young man knew very well that life at home had changed a lot since disasters came to him one after another, but he didn’t know that things would come to this. He was so scared that he rushed to the room and ran for the stairs to find his father in the office, but he knocked on the door for a long time. When he was still at the office door, he heard the bedroom door, turned around and saw his father coming. Mr. Morrel didn’t go directly to his office, but returned to his bedroom only then.
As soon as Morrel saw his son, he was startled and shouted that he didn’t know he would come back. He was motionless in the old place with his left hand pressed against something hidden under his coat. Maximilian jumped up the stairs in three steps and put his arm around his father’s neck. Suddenly, he retracted his body and put his right hand on Morrel’s chest. Father shouted that his face turned gray. What are you doing hiding these pistols under your coat?
Oh, I’m afraid of it, too, said Morrel.
Father, Father, for God’s sake, the young man exclaimed, Tell me what on earth you want with these weapons.
Maximilian Morel looked at his son unblinkingly and replied, you are a man and a man who loves fame. Let me explain it to you.
So Morrel strode firmly to his office, Maximilian followed him, shaking all the way. Morrel knocked on the door and closed the door when his son came in. Then he crossed the front hall and walked to his desk. He put his pistol on his finger and spread an account book, which accurately and wrongly recorded the company’s financial situation. After half an hour, Morrel had to pay 207,500 francs, and now he has 15,250 francs.
See, said Morrel.
The young man felt more and more desperate when he read it. Morrel said nothing. What else could he say? What explanation should he give in the face of such a desperate figure?
Father, have you tried everything? The young man asked after a while.
Is morrel replied.
Don’t you have any money back?
Not at all.
Have you searched everything?
I searched them all.
So half an hour later, a gloomy voice in Maximilian said that our reputation would be humiliated.
Blood can wash away shame, said morrel
You’re right, father. I know you, so he reached for his pistol and said, one for you, one for me. Thank you.
Morrel took his hand. Who will feed your mother and sister?