"Not when he knows the man is innocent, Mr. Worthington. You knew that--I have proof. I have evidence that you found it out almost at the beginning of my trial--August second, to be exact--and that you used this information to your own ends. In other words, it told you what the defense would testify; and you built up, with your professional experts, a wall to combat it. Now, isn't that the truth?" "Why--" The former district attorney took more time than usual to knock the ashes from his cigarette, then suddenly changed the subject. "You spoke of a suit you might bring when you came in here?" "Yes. Against the city. I have a perfect one. I was persecuted when the official in charge of the case knew that I was not guilty. To that end I can call the three doctors I've mentioned and put them on the stand and ask them why they did not testify in the case. I also can call the officials of Bellstrand Hospital in New York where you conducted certain experiments on cadavers on the night of August second; also a doctor who saw you working in there and who watched you personally strike the blows with a mallet; further, I can produce the records of the hospital which state that you were there, give the names of the entire party, together with the number of corpses experimented upon. Is that sufficient evidence that I know what I'm talking about?" Worthington examined his cigarette again. "I suppose it's on the books down there. But there's nothing to state of what the experiments consisted." "I have just told you that I have an eye-witness. Further, there are the three doctors." "Have you seen them?" Houston thought quickly. It was his only chance. "I know exactly what their testimony will be." "You've made arrangements for your suit then." Worthington's color had changed. Houston noticed that the hand which held the cigarette trembled slightly. "No, I haven't. I'm not here to browbeat you, Mr. Worthington, or lie to you. It came to me simply as a ruse to get in to see you. But the more I think of it, the more I know that I could go through with it and possibly win it. I might get my million. I might not. I don't want money gained in that way. The taxpayers would have to foot the bill, not yourself." "Oh, I guess I'd pay enough," Worthington had assumed an entirely different attitude now. "It would hurt me worse in business than it would if I were still in office. Whether it's true or not." "You know in your heart that there's no doubt of that." Worthington did not answer. Houston waited a moment, then went on.