“Why not?”
“I prefer not to answer that question.”
“You think you have a case against me—that you can place me in a tight hole.”
“Well, if all is straight you have nothing to fear.”
“Don’t preach to me, boy. All is straight. I lost my money as well as the others did.”
“This doesn’t look as if you had lost much,” ventured Jerry, as he glanced about the elegant apartment.
“Oh, I have made money since, in a lucky real estate deal in Brooklyn. I won’t keep your papers.”
“I want that door unlocked.”
Slocum muttered something under his breath, and his face grew suddenly red. Like a flash he placed his hands on the flat desk and leaped over it.
“I’ll bring you to terms, you young country fool!” he cried, and made a clutch for Jerry’s collar.