“And you led me into the dirty trick of dropping that letter for Sterndale!” he finally said, harshly. “You wished somehow to get me concerned in your low business!”
“But you hated Renwood just as much as I did!” cried Leon. “It was to down him.”
“And failed. Sterndale tumbled to the trick. Is that all you can tell? Is there nothing more?”
“That’s all.”
The manner in which Leon uttered those two words convinced Don that it was not all, and he instantly said:
“If you hold back anything, you want to remember that I will not help you. The truth is bound to come out, and so you may as well confess the whole business. Is that all?”
“Yes, it is—all except one thing.”
“What is that?”
“It’s about the cutting up of those suits and that football.”
Don steadied himself again, feeling his last foothold crumbling, and his voice almost failed him as he asked: