Fifteen or twenty years out of the life of a young man is about all there is worth the having." Here Charlton shuddered, and Mr.Conger was pleased to see that his words took effect.
"You'd better make up your mind that the case is a bad one, and trust to my experience.

When you're sick, trust the doctor.

I think I can pull you through if you'll leave the matter to me." "Mr.Conger," said Charlton, lifting up his pale face, twitching with nervousness, "I don't want to get free by playing tricks on a court of law.

I know that fifteen or twenty years in prison would not leave me much worth living for, but I will not degrade myself by evading justice with delays and false affidavits.

If you can do anything for me fairly and squarely, I should like to have it done." "Scruples, eh ?" asked Mr.Conger in surprise.
"Yes, scruples," said Albert Charlton, leaning his head on his hands with the air of one who has made a great exertion and has a feeling of exhaustion.
"Scruples, Mr.Charlton, are well enough when one is about to break the law.