"What do you propose to do, Mr. O'Ruddy?"
I could not help but grin at him. "I propose nothing," said I. "I am not a man for meaning two things when I say one."
"You've said one thing, I suppose?" he said slowly.
"I have," said I.
"And the one thing?" said he.
"Your memory is as good as mine," said I.
He mused deeply and at great length. "You have the papers?" he asked finally.
"I still have them," said I.
"Then," he cried with sudden vehemence, "why didn't you read the papers and find out the truth?"
I almost ran away.