“Then The Guardian is for sale.”
“Everything in this world is for sale, at its price,” returned the editor-owner, thereby unconsciously voicing his philosophy of life.
“I assume that the price of The Guardian has not been increased by the events of to-day.”
“Assume nothing of the sort.”
Young Mr. Robson leaned forward over the desk. “Shall I talk plain talk?”
“If you please.”
“There’ll be an indictment if you stay here.”
“There will. For forgery. Against the author of that faked letter.”
“Against you. Nothing can stop it.”
“Did Embree promise you that?”