"All right," said Leighton. "Huber!" He handed the letters to Luke. "Put these in your safe while I telephone this fellow's employer."
"Mr. Leighton!" Rollins bounded forward. His fat face worked with rage, disappointment, and fear. "You wouldn't do that. This is robbery. It's blackmail! For God's sake, Mr. Leighton——"
"Two thousand dollars," said Leighton.
"But think a minute, Mr. Leighton! I've been in my job for seven years—worked up to it from office-boy. I could any time have sold tips along the street for twice that money, and yet this is the first time I've ever—ever——"
"Ever double-crossed your boss. Well, why'd you do it?"
"I don't know. It was because this wreck is so awful."
"And what else?"
"Nothing else."
Leighton thrust a forefinger into the informer's face.
"What else?"