The other hesitated and reflected.
"I wish you would give me that back. I was in great distress of mind when I gave you that."
"You did not give it," said Wickersham. "You sold it." His lip curled.
"I was--what you said you were when it occurred," said Mr. Rimmon. "I was not altogether responsible."
"You were sober enough to make me carry a thousand shares of weak stock for you till yesterday, when it fell twenty points," said Wickersham. "Oh, I guess you were sober enough."
"She is in town," said Rimmon, in a dull voice.
"Who says so?"
"I have seen her."
"Where is she?"--indifferently.
"She is ill. She is mad."