"I don't owe you any explanation, Gresham, but I'll make one.

You helped Birchard forge his power of attorney from the Wobbles brothers, and you were with him in taxi 23406 when he collected my million from the First National.

You were seen again that night with Birchard on the Boston Post Road, and from then on Birchard dropped off the earth; but you didn't.

You got Jacobs to buy you these bonds, and Jacobs is a piker.
He confessed and begged for mercy.

You're through." Gresham held doggedly to the thought that never, under any circumstances, must he admit a criminal action; for such a thing was so far beneath him.
"I deny everything that you have said," he declared.
Johnny had a sudden frantic picture of this man touching the hand of Constance, and he leaned across the table until his face was quite close to Gresham's.