There's only one way--to take them back to him myself, and make a clean breast of it, and--" He hesitated.
"And tell him you stole them," supplied Jimmie Dale.
Burton nodded his head.

"Yes," he said.
"And then ?" prodded Jimmie Dale.

"What will Maddon do?
From what I've heard of him, he's not a man to trifle with, nor a man to take an overly complacent view of things--not the man whose philosophy is 'all's well that ends well.'" "What does it matter ?" Burton's voice was low.

"It isn't that so much.
I'm ready for that.

It's the fact that he trusted me implicitly, and I--well, I played the fool, or I'd never have got into a mess like this." For an instant Jimmie Dale looked at the other searchingly, and then, smiling strangely, he shook his head.
"There's a better way than that, Burton," he said quietly.
"I think, as I said before, you've had a lesson to-night that will last you all your life.