Hal stood, silent.
"What have you to say for yourself?"
"Nothing."
"My niece came to your office to save your rag of a sheet. I shot down a poor crazy devil in your defense. And this is how you repay us."
Hal faced him, steadfast, wretched, determined upon only one thing: to endure whatever he might say or do.
"Do you know who's really responsible for that tenement? Answer me!"
"No."
"I! I! I!" shouted the infuriated man.
"You? The records show—"
"Damn the records, sir! The property was trusteed years ago. I should have looked after it, but I never even thought of its being what it is. And my niece didn't know till this morning that she owned it."