"Sure there wasn't. I threw Bromfield down."
"You arranged to have Lindsay killed instead."
"Forget that stuff. The point is that if you don't call off the district attorney, I'll tell all I know about son-in-law Bromfield. He'll be ruined for life."
"To hear you tell it."
"All right. Ask him."
"I shall."
"Conspiracy is what the law calls it. Maybe he can keep outa stir.
But when his swell friends hear it they'll turn their backs on
Bromfield. You know it."
"I'll not know it unless Mr. Bromfield tells me so himself. I don't care anything for your dictagraph. I'm no eavesdropper."
"You tell him what he's up against and he'll come through all right. I'll see that every newspaper in New York carries the story if you don't notify me to-day that this attack on me is off. I'll learn you silk stockings you can't make Jerry Durand the goat."
"You can't implicate him without getting yourself into trouble—even if your story is true, and I still don't believe it."