Guest's Confession by Henry James, Fiction, Classics, Literary

"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. 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!" I hardly know why it was; but the implacable firmness of my brother's position produced in my mind a sort of fantastic reaction in favor of Mr. John Guest. I felt a sudden gush of the most inconsequent pity.