"Lawson, tell me--put it in short, plain language--do you mean to say that after coming to me of your own accord and agreeing to do certain things, and then returning here to this very office, admitting that you had tricked me; after my overlooking that breach of faith and agreeing to take half the collateral simply because it was all you could raise, and because I desired to assist _you_--do you mean to say you have the audacity to tell me to my face that the whole thing is a lie and you have imposed on me?" "I mean, Mr. Rogers, to tell you that Mr. Addicks has just proved to me that he has no bonds; that he is a liar and worse." "Oh, he is, is he? But does that justify you in coming?--oh!----" Again he was off. When he stopped for breath I raised my voice and made it loud and emphatic enough to convince even a man temporarily insane that my part as audience and victim had ended. I said: "Mr. Rogers, I can't say more than that I apologize for the part I've been made to play in this transaction, and I'll leave your office prepared to take any kind of medicine, however harsh it may be, that you will deal out on account of all this. Not only will I take it, but I'll think you are right in administering it." Rogers once more got himself under control. I stepped toward the door. "One minute, Lawson--one minute. What are you going to do? Go back to your associate, that gentlemanly, square-dealing fellow in Philadelphia?" "Mr. Rogers," I replied, "I ask no mercy at your hands, but there's a limit to the things a man will stand under the mess I'm laboring with. I'm going to do the best I can. What it will be I don't know. There's a deal of money at stake--my friends', the public's, my own--I'm responsible for it. I've made a terrible blunder. I am paying for it, but nothing that has happened has altered my idea of the duty I owe myself and others." He was about to say something sarcastic. Then he choked back the words. His manlier nature rose to the surface. "Lawson," he said, "I'm sorry for you. Upon my soul I am." "You needn't be, Mr. Rogers. It's all right; it's part of the game, but I'm awfully sorry I came near you." I opened the door. "One second more, Lawson," he said, stopping me and putting out his hand. "I'm not only sorry, but I give you my word I have not a doubt--no, not a suspicion of your good faith throughout this business--and if at any time you see your way to open up negotiations, you're welcome. Do you understand? You're welcome to come in here or to my house at any time you think you see your way out." I said "good-by" and bolted before my feelings overcame me. CHAPTER XIX ENTER H. M. WHITNEY