"Don't I?" The little man spoke fiercely, his black eyes glowing, his hands trembling as they opened and closed as an eagle's claws. "Look here, Cal." "It's no use Jim, this is my affair." "You've asked me to share your affairs." "Not this one." "Then to hell with you and all your affairs! I'll fight you to the last ditch"--Stuart's words rang with fierce decision. Bivens looked at him in amazement. "What! For this old fool you'd reject my offer?" "Yes." "It's a joke! I see you doing it. Defend him if you like. I'll have good lawyers. I'll enjoy the little scrap. A fight between us in public just now will be all the better for my first big plans. I'll send him to Sing Sing if it costs me a million!" Stuart lifted the doctor from his seat and faced Bivens with a look of defiance. "You needn't trouble for a warrant. He pleads guilty. Your lawyers can fix the day for his sentence and I want you to be there." "I'll be there, don't you worry!" "And, Bivens, as you're a good church member, you might read over that passage of scripture: 'Vengeance is mine, I will repay saith the Lord?'" "Indeed!" "Yes, I'm going to show you that you're not Almighty God though you are the possessor of a hundred million dollars." "I'll be present at the demonstration, Jim. Good night!" CHAPTER XXI A PLEA FOR JUSTICE Stuart was not surprised to receive notice from Bivens's lawyers that they would demand sentence on Woodman within two days. The financier was present with two great lawyers who smilingly assured him that he need have no fear as to the result. Yet the little man was uneasy. He fidgeted in his seat and watched Stuart's calm serious face with dread. "Don't worry," the senior counsel assured him with confidence. "The old Recorder is a terror to every criminal in New York. Stuart's plea can only be a formal request for mercy, which he will not get." In spite of all assurance, Bivens's nervousness increased as the hour drew near for the case to be called. He looked at his watch, fuming over the fact that Nan was late. He wished her to see Stuart and find out what he had up his sleeve. A woman could do such tricks better than a man. He looked out the window anxiously, and saw the flash of his big French limousine rounding the corner. He hurried to the steps to meet his wife. "Nan, for heaven's sake see Jim before this case is called and find out what he's going to say to that judge." "I'll do my best. I'll send my card in and ask him to see me at once." "Good. When he returns to the court room wait, and I'll come out." Bivens went back to his seat beside his lawyers and watched the court officer speak to Stuart. He frowned and hesitated, rose and slowly followed the man through the door. Nan seized his hand. "Oh, Jim, I'm so worried. Cal says you are going to make a desperate fight against him this morning in this disgusting affair. Is it so?" "I'm going to make the usual plea for mercy for an old broken man--my friend."