“Why?”
Captain Wass rose slowly, with grunts, and rubbed his stiff knees. “Because I've got 'em.”
“Stole them from the package, did you?”
“It wasn't stealing—it was business.”
“Hand them over.”
“I insist on that, too, Captain Wass,” said Mayo, with indignation. “Hand over those papers.”
“Can't be done, for I haven't got 'em with me. And I won't hand 'em over till I have used them in my business.”
“I shall have you arrested,” announced Marston.
“So do. Sooner the whole thing gets before the court, the better.” His perfect calmness had its effect on the financier.
“What are you proposing to use those papers for?”