“And it warn’t no small scheme, neither,” responded Bob. “It’s lucky for you that we got on to it before it was too late.”
“What do you mean by this insinuation, young man?”
“Well, if you want to know, I’ll tell you. Perhaps you remember I was down here yesterday to see you, and I told you somethin’ was wrong then—didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t believe it, but just talked against Herbert Randolph here.”
“But I had good cause for doing so.”
“Yes, if you think that stuff that Felix Mortimer give you was any cause, then you did have some; but he was jest lyin’ to you, that’s what he was doin’, and I know it; and what’s more, I can prove it,” said Bob, boldly and bluntly.
“You are making a strong statement,” replied the banker, somewhat bewildered.
“I know I am, but I couldn’t say nothin’ too strong about that Mortimer feller.”
“Felix Mortimer is in my private office. Dare you come in and face him with these remarks?”