"Then," exploded Saul, "I want to ask you what the devil your blessed game is?"
"I could n't sacrifice an honest man, could I?"
"Then," went on Saul with increasing vehemence, "I want to tell you plainly that you 're a chump, because you sacrificed an honest man after all."
"You have n't arrested Arsdale? Lord, Saul, you haven't done that, have you?"
"No," answered Saul, "I was ass enough to arrest you."
"It would be wrong, dead wrong, to touch the boy. He didn't have anything to do with this. There was no one with me."
Saul took a long breath.
"I 'm hanged if I ever saw a man hanker after jail the way you do. And you 've got the papers full of it. And pretty soon I 'll be getting frantic messages from the girl. And you 've made all sorts of an ass of yourself. Do you hear—you chump of a hero, you?"
"What do you mean?" demanded Donaldson.
"I mean just this; that we 've nailed the right man at last! Got him with the goods on, so that we won't need the identification of a bunch of hysterical idiots to prove it. We won't even need a loose-jointed confession, because we caught him black-handed. But my guess wasn't such a bad one—it was n't Arsdale, but it was Jacques Moisson, his father's valet."