Delivering this characteristic speech in a despondent tone, he walked to the window, and looked out.
"What's no use?" came the sharp, quick question, charged with irrepressible vim and a trace of nervousness.
"He won't do it! He won't do it!" was the still doleful reply.
"Stop your riddles and talk sense!" snapped John.
Dillard turned at this.
"I told you we'd catch Marston in some crooked work, but I've changed my mind. He's a sly fox. He's scented something. I've watched him all right, and he's been straight as a shingle."
"I don't see that it matters now," replied John, coolly, busy at his desk.
"Why?"
"We don't want to ruin him just for the fun of it, do we? It was to help the Dudleys we planned his downfall. That necessity is removed now. Of course he should be punished for holding that dividend back, but that alone hardly merits the penitentiary, especially since our little plan about the insurance worked. They're easy now, but we must see that no more tricks like that are played at the bank. Marston's behaving very well now. At least he has quit annoying our friends."
"You're a devilish funny fellow!" commented Dillard.