Morris himself, that gentleman's frame of mind might be very nearly expressed in the colloquial phrase: 'I told you so!'
'I have one of the gang,' said Gideon Forsyth.
'I do not understand,' said Morris dully.
'Oh, I will make you understand,' returned Gideon grimly.
'You will be a good friend to me if you can make me understand anything,' cried Morris, with a sudden energy of conviction.
'I don't know you personally, do I?' continued Gideon, examining his unresisting prisoner. 'Never mind, I know your friends. They are your friends, are they not?'
'I do not understand you,' said Morris.
'You had possibly something to do with a piano?' suggested Gideon.
'A piano!' cried Morris, convulsively clasping Gideon by the arm. 'Then you're the other man! Where is it? Where is the body? And did you cash the draft?'
'Where is the body? This is very strange,' mused Gideon. 'Do you want the body?'
'Want it?' cried Morris. 'My whole fortune depends upon it! I lost it. Where is it? Take me to it!'
