“My lawyer, Stephen Cochrane of Chicago, is at the hotel. He has in his hands the written promise.”
“It is a forgery. There could be no reason for my making such an extraordinary promise.”
“Do you deny, Mr. Wentworth, that you forged a check on your uncle and that my father screened you?”
“Young man, you are impudent. The check was forged by your father.”
“That is untrue. The letters written by you to my father disprove that.”
“Can you produce those letters?” asked Wentworth with another sneer.
“Yes, I can.”
Bradley Wentworth looked amazed.
“I don’t believe it,” he ejaculated.