“Then why the devil did Moar leave in the way he did?” Dail asked.
Mason shrugged his shoulders.
“You’re not making this particularly easy for me,” Dail said.
“Did you expect that I would?” Mason inquired.
“I thought that you’d be reasonable.”
“I always try to be reasonable.”
“Look here,” Dail blurted, “I don’t want to have it publicly known that Rooney embezzled that money. Under the peculiar circumstances, it would hurt my prestige with the stockholders of the company. I have, therefore, arranged to cover the shortage.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Mason said.
“The financial structure of the Products Refining Company is such that... Well, it’s rather complicated.”
“I understand.”