"Finally he inquired, with a very unpleasant smile, if Buncomb had ever asked him to buy any stock?
"Tomlinson had to say 'No.'
"Did Larry Summerdale?
"'No'
"Didn't Blake tell him the stock was worthless?
"'Yes.'
"How did he know the stock wasn't worth what he paid for it?
"'Well, he didn't absolutely.'
"The Labori said something with a long rattling 'r' in it like a snake, and turned with a gesture of extreme contempt to the Judge. He remarked that one glance of comparison between Colonel Buncomb and Tomlinson would show which was the gentleman and which was the rogue. Then the first thing our friend knew the court had adjourned—they had all been turned out—discharged—acquitted. But the thing that most disgusted Tomlinson was that as he was coming away he saw the whole push, the Colonel and Larry and Blake, all piling into a big Panhard autocar. They passed him going about eighty miles an hour. You see, Tomlinson had paid for that car, and he'd always wanted one to run himself. The last he heard of 'em they were tearing up the Riviera."
"And what did Tomlinson do then?" asked McAllister.