"What, in your office?" said Drake, with a start. "No, I didn't know that!"
"That's rather shaken me up. He ruined himself on Pittsburgh & New Orleans. And then that night—when I got home one of my chums was pretty close to the same thing."
"I told you not to take any one into your confidence, Tom," said Drake quietly.
"That's true, you told me that. Mr. Drake, answer me this, didn't you expect me to tell—some one?"
Drake looked at him quickly, then down, drumming with his fingers.
"What's the point?"
Bojo had no longer any doubts. The transaction had been as he had finally divined. Yet the words had not been spoken that meant to him the renunciation of all the luxury and opportunity that surrounded him in the tapestried wealth of the great room. He hesitated so long that Drake looked up at him and frowned, repeating the question:
"What's the point, Tom?"
"Mr. Drake, you knew I would tell others to sell Pittsburgh & New Orleans—you intended I should, didn't you? That was part of your plan—a necessary part, wasn't it?"
"Tom, I expressly told you not to jump to conclusions," said Drake, rising and raising his voice. "I expressly told you not to let the cat out of the bag."