Latimer began to laugh, mirthlessly. "I couldn't take a run to Fort Benton, Phil. I haven't a dollar—not a dollar. I'm a ruined man!"
"Arthur!"
Latimer took a paper-knife and checked off his sentence. His voice was impersonal.
"You made a mistake, Phil, when you interrupted me. No, do not speak," he raised his hand. "I was in possession of what sanity I've had since Arthur——" He did not complete the sentence. "I've deliberately decided that a quick shot was the only solution of my problem. Boy gone; home gone; my dearest ambition frustrated; hopelessly in debt——"
"I can help you in that."
"And disbarment proceedings about to be instituted," finished Latimer.
"What!" ejaculated Danvers. "Who will institute them? On what grounds?"
"Burroughs. He has trumped up some infamous charge. I got a hint of it only this morning—a straight tip."
"He shall not do it! I shall have something to say to him—to the papers. He would not like to have them get hold of Moore's interviews with you and me on the matter of that Supreme Court decision. I——"
"Papers!" Latimer threw out his hands with a helpless gesture. "Burroughs owns every paper in the State!"