“Yes.”
“You are certain of what you say?”
“Yes.”
“Then you have evidence?”
“I am sorry—but—but I have.”
The editor was leaning forward, his nostrils dilated, his eyes gleaming sharply behind their thick glasses.
“Who’s mixed up in it? Who’s the man?”
The minister’s hands were tightly interlocked. For an instant he seemed unable to speak.
“Who’s the man?” repeated Bruce.