But I feel in honor bound to submit the facts to the district
attorney, and to be governed by his instructions."
"You are going to try to send me to jail?" gasped Dodge, clutching
at the ledge of a bookcase to save himself from falling.
"I am going to try to persuade the district attorney to let the
matter drop," replied Griffin. "It will be the district attorney's
decision that will govern the matter."
"Then what are you doing fooling around here, governor?" screamed
Bert hoarsely. "Don't you see that it's your job to hurry to the
district attorney as fast as you can go? Use your money, your
political influence---"
In his extreme terror young Dodge seemed to forget that he was
providing amusement for his enemies.
But Mr. Dodge cut in quickly. Advancing a step or two, he brought
his uplifted stick down sharply, once, across his son's shoulders.
With a snarl Bert wheeled, crouching as though to spring upon
his father.
Prescott and Holmes jumped up, prepared to step in. But the banker
was not cowed by the evil look in his son's face.
"Begone, you young villain!" quivered the old man. "Get out of
my sight. Never let me see you again. Don't dare to go to what
was once your home, or I'll have you thrown out.
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