“And then what?”
“He’ll get a fall, a nice, hard, dizzy fall that’ll make him see stars. He’ll rise a better man.”
Sam stared for some seconds and meditated. “I don’t see why you’re so sure about that,” he said at length. “I’m the only one who can prove you were here. If he doesn’t believe me, why should the rest?”
“You’re not the only one!”
“Were you out that night? If you were, you broke your probation.”
“I wasn’t out.”
“If you had fellows in here, you broke your probation just the same.”
“I didn’t have fellows in here. The laundryman brought my bundle and collected a dollar twenty. Better than the laundryman, Mr. Sedgwick came to invite you there Sunday night—I forgot to tell you about it.”
Sam’s face showed deep disgust. “You’re a fine man to leave a message with, aren’t you? Here it is Monday morning. They’ll think I’m a chump!”
“Never you mind! She’ll forgive you. You can go this afternoon and tell them how it happened. Maybe you’ll get another invitation. Anyway, Mr. Sedgwick makes a second witness. Alsop might suppose I’d fixed the laundryman, but they’ll have to believe Mr. Sedgwick. Then there’s Don.”