"I shall fight, Monsieur."
"With what?"
"With the evidence you've given me."
"It's not enough."
Horton shook his head and laughed.
"It looks to me as though you were elected President of the Quinlevin Endowment Association."
"But there must be some way of getting at the truth," cried the Frenchman, now really pitiful in his alarm.
"Ah, that's it," laughed Jim. "You know Madame Horton is not your daughter and I know it, but that doesn't beat Quinlevin."
"What then, Monsieur?"
"You've got to kill his evidence."