“I regret it,” he said with a courteous inclination.
“You have reason to.”
He gave me a questioning glance.
“Up to the present I have been on the defensive,” I explained. “I dislike violent measures. But from this moment I shall hold myself at liberty to use them.”
“I am afraid I have gone rather too far,” the promoter hesitated.
“You have drugged me. You have robbed me. You have murdered me.”
“You are alive, however,” he ventured to retort with an impudent smile.
“Unfortunately,” I went on sternly, “in murdering me you exceeded your instructions.”
“How——”
“I dreamed that I heard you tell your accomplice so,” I put in, without giving him a chance to speak.