"I never double-crossed anybody in—"
"You never did different!" growled Ferret.
He gave a forward thrust with his arm, and shoved the gun almost against Antrim's ribs.
"Slide back that chair!" Ferret ordered. "I'll show you the goods. That's what I'll do!"
Covering Antrim, who was pushing himself away from the desk with his feet, Ferret yanked at the bottom drawer of the desk. It jerked open, and Ferret pulled out a stack of papers. He did this mechanically, watching Antrim as he worked.
With quick, short glances toward the contents of the drawer, Ferret found the envelope he sought. It was marked with the name of Bricker.
With one dexterous hand, Ferret shook some folded papers from the envelope. He gave a swift look at them; then gazed suddenly at Daniel Antrim.
The expression on the lawyer's face told everything. Ferret had not had time to notice what was on the papers; but Antrim's unrestrained fear showed that he knew his bluff had failed.
Ferret chuckled.
"I don't have to look any more," he declared. "I know you're a double-crosser. You've pulled it on a lot of people. There's one thing I'm not going to tell you just yet — that is, how I found out. Wait until you hear."