Guest's Confession

"Who is your rascal?" "His name is John Guest." I had heard the name, but had never seen the man. "No, you don't know him," Edgar went on. "No one knows him but I. But I know him well. He had things in his hands for a week, while I was debating a transfer of my New Jersey property. In a week this is how he mixed matters." "Perhaps, if you had given him time," I suggested, "he meant to get them straight again." "O, I shall give him time. I mean he shall get 'em straight, or I shall twist him so crooked his best friend won't know him." "Did you never suspect his honesty?" "Do you suspect mine?" "But you have legal redress?" "It's no thanks to him. He had fixed things to a charm, he had done his best to cut me off and cover his escape. But I've got him, and he shall disgorge!"