"I have the whole history of the past.

My father repaired the wrong done with his own hand, before his death.
"You betrayed Clayton, as your life comrade; you stole upon me, a lonely child, with your wily flatteries.

I believed you to be true, and Clayton false.

You murdered his good name, you estranged him from us.

You have branded his memory as a fugitive thief! And you have failed, with your police, detectives, and lawyers, to find a clue! One word of charity from you and the dead man's memory would have been cleared of the stain of theft.
"And, the prison door yawns for you! You opened Clayton's desk, stole his telegraph-book and papers, and have secreted them." "It is false," snarled Ferris.