Warden. That went fourteen months ago. I put him on his feet then, gave him some tips that enabled him to take this house with her mother, so that with his regular law business he ought to have done very well, but his living could not leave one cent over to speculate with.
Mason. [To himself.] Good God!
Warden. I know what you're afraid of.
Mason. No!
Warden. Yes. The reason I'm no longer his broker is he was ashamed to let me know about his dealings.
Mason. But you don't mean you think he'd actually steal!
Warden. His aunt's money? Why not? He did his wife's!
Mason. Does he handle any one else's affairs?
Warden. I know he takes care of that Godesby woman's property.
Mason. And she wouldn't hold her tongue if a crash came!