"The whole story would come out in the papers!"
"Not necessarily. Those matters can be arranged. And if they should slip through our fingers, we can buy up the story at the Clarion office later. We'd be no worse off."
"What could I say to Mrs. Deaves?"
"Don't tell her anything. She couldn't help but approve after we land them behind the bars." Evan said this with an inward smile.
"But she'll insist on my going to the bank."
"Let her take us there. She won't come in."
"I can't! I can't!" he quavered. "The risk is too great!"
"But if this payment is hard to meet, how about the next, and the next after that?"
"Oh, they'll ruin me!" he groaned.
"Then strike for your freedom while there's time!"