“Eight witnesses,” remarked Joe. “I guess that would be enough in any court of law to put you men behind the bars. The jig is up, Harrish. You’re done. You’re through. And that goes for you, too, Tompkinson.”
The rascals cringed visibly at this. Their teeth were chattering.
“That is,” continued Joe, “if we decide to make a charge against you.”
He paused a moment to let this take effect.
“How about that case of Mr. Varley’s, Mr. Haworth?” Joe asked suddenly.
Haworth stepped forward.
“Perfectly clear,” replied the lawyer. “I have absolute proof that Harrish has been matching orders in violation of the code. I have proof that he has been pledging Mr. Varley’s stocks as collateral for a loan greater than he has made on it to Mr. Varley. Another violation of the code. Of course, if Mr. Harrish wants to stand suit—” He stopped and smiled serenely and significantly.
“I don’t think that Mr. Harrish wants to stand suit,” mused Joe. “He doesn’t want to change that well-tailored suit of his for a striped suit. Now if he only had his check book here— Let’s see, what was the value of the stock, Reggie?”
“Ten thousand, five hundred and sixty dollars,” replied Reggie.