“I affirm it. I don’t confess it.”
“Since you had it, perhaps you will not deem it impertinent in me to ask where you got it?” sneered Mr. Bristlebach, who seemed to be as certain that I had robbed the bank as though he had already proved the charge.
“Under the circumstances, sir, I should not deem it impertinent,” I replied coolly; and, under the influence of my domestic trouble, I felt rather reckless.
“Well, sir, where did you get it?”
“I borrowed it.”
“Precisely so! Borrowed it of the bank!”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Bristlebach, but there is a wide gulf between my premise and your conclusion. I did not borrow the money of the bank. If I had, doubtless the paper I offered would have passed under your eyes.”
“Mr. Glasswood, your tone and manner do not please me.”
“I hope you will excuse me, sir, if I venture to say that the charge you make against me does not please me.”
“Will you tell me of whom you borrowed the money?”