Shall I draw you now--true to life?
You've been grafting for years on every disreputable den in your district.

Metzer was going to show you up; and so, Metzer being in the road, you removed him.

And you seized on the fact of Stace Morse having paid a visit to him this afternoon to fix the crime on--Stace Morse.

Proofs?
Oh, yes, I know you've manufactured proofs enough to convict him--if there weren't stronger proofs to convict YOU." "Convict ME!" Clayton's lower jaw hung loosely; but still he made an effort at bluster.

"You haven't a thing on me--not a thing--not a thing." Jimmie Dale smiled again--unpleasantly.
"You are quite wrong, Clayton.