Warden. [Comes up to him, and speaks firmly but still friendly.] You yourself have gone wrong!
Sterling. [On the defensive.] What do you mean?
Warden. Why did you take your business out of my hands?
Sterling. The law didn't pay me enough. I thought I'd try a little amateur stockbroking.
[Smiling insincerely.
Warden. You didn't want me to know what you were doing!
Sterling. Rats!
Warden. You didn't want me to know what funds—whose funds—you were using—misusing.
Sterling. [Ugly.] What!
Warden. Whose money you were gambling with!