From his pocket, Storri took out those French shares.
"Do you see where you forged my name ?" said he.

"Can you tell me the punishment for forgery ?" "Forgery!" panted Mr.Harley, in a whirl of rage and wonder.

"Did you not tell me to write your name?
Was it not to sustain your deal in sugar ?" "Come--you Harley--you John Harley," returned Storri, his cruelty beginning to bubble into exultation, "how small a thing you are when opposed to Storri! See, now; it begins when you sacrifice for me those seven thousand dollars.

It was then I set a trap for you--you, the cunning Mr.Harley! It was so simple; I need only give you a chance to forge my name and you forge it.

From that moment you have had but the one alternative.