"I'm going to give you a chance at it," and grabbing his telephone he called up Central Police and asked for an officer to be sent to his rooms.
"Now, Loring, you disappear," directed Johnny briskly as he gathered up the bonds.

"I may have to dismiss you as my lawyer, but as my friend you can hand these bonds to somebody who will lose them." "As your lawyer I'd have to call you a blooming idiot," declared Loring, "but as your friend I don't think Gresham will raise any question about the bonds.

They're yours, Johnny; but, nevertheless, I'll forget where they are by the time the police come." Gresham had been struggling with an intolerable lump in his throat.
"Gamble!" he abjectly pleaded, "I've signed the bonds.

I admit that they're yours.

You're not going to have me arrested ?" Johnny turned on him with the sort of implacable enmity which expresses itself in almost breathless quietness.
"I'm going to send you to the penitentiary for a thousand years," he promised..