The idea that Bassett could ever have been so stupid as to leave traces of any imaginable iniquities plain enough for Thatcher to find them after many years was preposterous.

The spectacle of the pot calling the kettle black, never edifying, aroused Dan's ire against Thatcher.

And Bassett was not that sort; his old liking for the man stirred to life again.

Even the Rose Farrell incident did not support this wretched tissue of fabrication.

He had hated Bassett for that; but it was not for the peccable Thatcher to point a mocking finger at Achilles's heel.
"Well," said Allen impatiently.
"Well," Dan blurted contemptuously, "I think your father's stooped pretty low, that's all.