"You have your nerve!" he commented.
"I'm offering you easy terms."
"Offer me terms!"
"Easy terms," repeated Matheson. "I could, if I chose, step from here to my lawyers' and have you indicted for conspiracy. I could get you seven to ten years. I could have you breaking stones at Portland."
"Then why don't you?"
"I have my private reasons."
"One of them being that you haven't a shred of evidence," was the cool reply.
"Who sends cables in my name to my managers?" demanded Matheson.
"I know nothing of that."
"You do know it. One of your employees sends them."