“Yes. I don’t honestly think you were a party to what happened today.”
Doyle drew a deep sigh.
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Flash. You’ve been pretty badly mixed up—”
“Let’s not argue that point,” Flash interrupted. “My opinion about Rascomb won’t change. I intend to report him to the police.”
Doyle frowned.
“You’re making a big mistake if you do that, Flash. Rascomb is an important man with connections around this city. Even if he had done what you think he did, it would be hard to prove.”
“Not if you’ll testify with me.”
Doyle shifted his weight uncomfortably.
“I couldn’t be a party to railroading an innocent man.”
“Innocent!”