“The same,” said the Brown Robin. “Although I have had many experiences since I was your typewriter, my name has remained the same through it all.”
“Then it was you, after all, that stole the confession,” blurted out Mr. Mountain.
“Stole is an ugly word, my dear old employer,” said the Brown Robin. “Be more polite. Say I confiscated it when I found it among loose papers.”
Mr. Mountain, though he had suspected this, yet, when he learned that it was so, seemed amazed and stupefied.
But the Brown Robin soon brought him to his senses by asking if he had come to do business.
In her dealings with Mr. Mountain, there was none of the coquetry she had displayed with Mr. Cary.
Thus aroused, Mr. Mountain said:
“Your terms are outrageous!”
“Let us be plain and brief, Mr. Mountain. You have become a very rich man. Fifty thousand dollars will not even embarrass you. I have informed myself exactly as to your financial condition.
“You can afford to pay that to preserve your good name and your reputation.