Thanks to your promise of a confession.

I have a prisoner, here.

But it is not you." "No ?" suavely queried Hade, whose everlasting smile had not changed and whose black eyes remained as serene as ever, through the declaration of rebellion on the part of his satellite.

"If Standish is not your prisoner, he'll be the State of Florida's prisoner, by this time to-morrow, when I have lodged his raised check with the District Attorney.
Think that over, Standish, my dear friend.

Seven years for forgery is not a joyous thing, even in a Florida prison.
Here, in the community where your family's name has been honored, it will come extra hard.