“Then he considers your claim good. And you refused?”
“Of course!” answered Gerald indignantly. “Do you think I would compromise such a thing?”
“I don’t know. A thousand dollars would be a mighty convenient sum to handle.”
“I am not willing to pay so high a price for it. You must have been in Mr. Wentworth’s confidence or you would not have known of the forgery.”
“Why shouldn’t I know it? I was the paying teller of the bank, and I cashed the check in the ordinary course of business.”
“And the check—who presented it?” asked Gerald eagerly.
“Bradley Wentworth himself.”
“Then you knew all the while that it was he that was the forger and not my father?”
“Yes.”
“Then what kept you silent?”