I. A. R. Wylie

“ But Jacob Otway did not move. He seemed to be recovering slowly from a blow which had bereft him of his reason, and a faint color crept into his yellow cheeks.
“Forgive me, Warren,' he said at last. “I was hasty. The whole thing came as a shock. When you think, you will understand. Remember the years I worked for you. You couldn't have had a more faithful servant. You said so yourself.”
“I say so now,” Mortimer de Warren assented. “You were well paid.”
“Yes, yes. You were liberal. There were, perhaps, transactions which required liberality. ”

“ The secretary bowed, and held open the glass door.
“Mr. Otway, please step this way,” he said, and then quietly and discreetly evaporated.
Mr. de Warren threw himself back into his office chair. The movement seemed to bring the whole of the ponderous energy of his personality into play; or it might have been that the man who entered, by force of contrast, made him appear larger and more powerful than he was. ”

“ Beyond his name on the doorplate there was no indication as to what transactions were carried on behind the glass doors, and all that the most scandalously inclined had ever found out was that Mortimer de Warren had never had a hand in a losing game. Successful ventures always bore his name on the list of the committee ”