"You won't be arrested for robbing the office-files, if that's what you're scared about," he said; "and you won't be told on and discharged."
Rollins was visibly relieved.
"You give me your word, Mr. Huber?"
"I do. Come on now: let's see what you've got."
"And—I'm not a rich man, Mr. Huber."
Luke's face showed his disgust.
"I shan't pay you a cent," he said; "but I daresay Leighton won't mind paying. Only even he won't buy a pig in a poke. Give me those papers. If they're worth anything, I'll take you into the District-Attorney's room right away—or, if there's somebody in there, I'll have him out here."
Rollins realized that Luke meant what he said. He believed, moreover, that his inquisitor was merely cautious.
"All right," he agreed, though with some reluctance. "This is a letter from my employer to a man that always had to return such letters after he's read them. The other letter is the letter from the rail manufacturers that's referred to in the first one. I got them both by——"
"I can guess how," said Luke.