“What right have you to come to me for such information?” Mr. Bike asked coldly.
“Because you induced the girl to leave her home,” Dick replied positively, “and I want to know all you have to tell about the rest of it.”
“I have nothing to tell,” Mr. Bike said, with a slight, sarcastic smile.
“Well, sir, if you won’t tell, I’ll find a way to make you,” Richard said, angrily.
“Ah! Indeed!” Mr. Bike ejaculated, still cool and unconcerned.
“Yes, sir; if you don’t tell me what I want to know before I leave here, I will go to Miss Chamberlain, your fiancée”—Mr. Bike started uneasily—“I’ll tell her a story you would not like her to know.”
“And you flatter yourself that she would believe you?” sarcastically.
“I know it. I can prove what I have to say,” Dick replied in a manner that was unmistakable.
“All right, go to her. See what you can do.”
“By Jove, I will. I will go to the newspapers too, and I’ll tell them—”