Perry Lamont seemed to reel in his chair, and it was with difficulty that he kept his seat.
“It’s a lie!” he cried.
“Just as you like. It’s all true, however.”
“It’s false, I say, as false as perdition! My boy wouldn’t stoop to crime.”
“No; he’s an angel. And all he wants is a pair of wings which would just fix him out.”
Lamont reddened and then turned pale again.
“I announce this interview terminated,” he said, but his voice was agitated and his gaze wandered to the door across the room.
“You can write out the check for the amount I have mentioned if you have any regard for the honor of your house.”
“Not a dollar!”
“Then take the consequences!”