"Don't call it that!" protested Chadwick. "I want the paper I gave you. Then I'm safe, Delmuth. Even if I do get in wrong with Mayo.
"Let him fire me — I've got money now. But that, paper! I must have it!" Sidney Delmuth was swelling with rage. He had not expected an interruption of this sort. It was interfering with his plans.
"Get out!" he ordered. "Get out! If you bother me again, I'll make the whole thing public!"
"You can't," said Chadwick plaintively. "It would ruin you as well as myself — "
"You fool!" growled Delmuth. "It was all your work. I took no part in it. I've got that confession of yours so as to keep you quiet. You listened to my plans. You tried what I said.
"Now the consequences are yours!"
Chadwick made no reply. His face was pale and drawn. He stared as though in a trance.
He made no effort to move, and his presence continued to annoy Delmuth.
"You want that paper, eh?" quizzed Delmuth. "I'll let you have it!" HE strode to a table and opened the drawer. He brought out a metal box, which he unlocked. From it, Delmuth produced a folded sheet of paper. He opened the paper, glanced at it, and approached Chadwick.
Delmuth held out the paper, and Chadwick seized it eagerly. His eyes gleamed as he recognized the document he wanted.