“I killed three of your friends,” said I.
“What! You got to the cells?”
“Yes.”
“And the King?”
“He was hurt by Detchard before I killed Detchard, but I pray that he lives.”
“You fool!” said Rupert, pleasantly.
“One thing more I did.”
“And what’s that?”
“I spared your life. I was behind you on the bridge, with a revolver in my hand.”
“No? Faith, I was between two fires!”