"What did I tell you?" the old man snarled to his son. "Why don't you fire them?"
"How many times have I fired them? What good did it do? As fast as we get a new lot they're corrupted from the outside."
"Then it's been going on for some time," said Evan. "I never had any connection with Mr. Deaves until yesterday."
"How do we know that?"
"That's why you were so eager to get a job here," added the old man. "To have a better chance of spying on me."
"Never thought of such a thing. The offer came from you."
"You paid your own fare on the trolley-car, didn't you? Mine, too!"
Evan laughed in exasperation. "Well, if that's an incriminating circumstance I'm guilty!" he said.
"Don't be a fool, Papa," muttered George Deaves.
Evan went on: "If I was a member of the gang would I show my hand so clearly? Would I betray the sources of my information? I tell you Alfred told me yesterday there was good money to be made on the side in this house."