You'll swing for that crime, my buck, in
spite of your glib tongue and slippery ways."
As he ceased speaking Ferguson's ever ready handcuffs swung
suggestively from his hand, but Helen's agonized cry checked his
approach toward Rochester, who stood stolidly waiting for him.
"Father! You cannot permit this monstrous injustice, Philip shall
not suffer for another. No, Barbara," as her sister strove to
quiet her, we must tell the truth."
"Suppose I tell it for Colonel McIntyre," Rochester advanced as the
door opened and Sylvester ushered in Benjamin Clymer. "You have
come in time, Clymer," his voice deepened, the voice of a man
accustomed to present a case and sway a court. "Wait, Sylvester,
sit at that table and take down these charges -"
"Charges?" questioned Kent, watching his partner narrowly; he
tossed a stenographic pad to Sylvester and made a place for him at
his desk. "Go on, Rochester; charges against whom?"
"Charges against the man who, occupying a position of trust, planned
to swindle the Metropolis Trust Company through forged notes and
checks," Rochester stated with slow emphasis.
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