"I have seen that," he replied dryly.
"They are fifty thousand dollars short," shot out Dumont.
"Indeed?"
Dumont gasped at the coolness of the man. "Wh—what? You have nothing to say? Why, sir," he added, raising his voice, "you have actually made no effort to conceal it!"
Dodge smiled cynically. "A consultation, will rectify it," was all he said. "A conference will show you that it is all right."
"A consultation?" broke in Beverley in rage. "A consultation in jail!"
Still Dodge merely smiled.
"Then you consider yourself trapped. You admit it," ground out Dumont.
"Anything you please," repeated Dodge. "I am perfectly willing—"
"Let us end this farce—now," cried Beverley hotly. "Drummond!"