Bodney started. "What, do you think I am going to tell him?"
Goyle yawned. "No, you must show him."
"Show him!"
"Yes. He must see his son Howard take the money."
Bodney stood up and looked down upon him. "Goyle, are you a fool, or do you take me for one? Must see Howard take the money! What do you mean? Do you think I can bribe Howard to take it? I don't understand you."
"Sit down," said Goyle, and Bodney obeyed, looking at him. Goyle lighted a cigarette, turned and pointed to the valise. "The thief is in that grip, and the Judge must see him take the money from the safe. Listen to me a minute. Among my numerous accomplishments I number several failures—one as an actor. But we learn more from a failure than from a success. All right. I heard Howard say that tonight he is going to a reception. In that grip is his semblance—make-up. At the proper time, after Howard is gone, you must lead the Judge in here and see me, as Howard, take money from the safe. On the mother's account the old man can be made to keep quiet—to hold his tongue, and not even say anything to his son. He changes his combination, the affair blows over—and we've got the money."
"Monstrous!" exclaimed Bodney, jumping up and glaring at Goyle.
"Do you think so? Sit down."
Bodney sat down. "Yes, I do think so," he said.
"What, the crime or the—"