"You will sleep poorly, I'm afraid, my friend. But come, be reasonable. You pleaded for a night's reflection. I offer it to you."
"But with a sure prospect of torture on the morrow."
"Unless you speak the truth to-night."
"Then I shall!" I cried with a shudder. "Better death than torture!"
"Well?"
"The jewels are in Sir William Dagmar's house. You will——"
"You lie," he interjected sharply. "I drugged and searched you the night that you returned from robbing me."
"I know that, sir; but the very next day I went out and brought them to the house, I couldn't bear to have them any longer out of my reach."
"Ah!" His looks pierced me, but I did not flick an eyelash as I steadily returned his stare.
"Go on!" he said at length. "Where are they hidden, then?"