“You are tremendous,” he murmured. “I could almost like you.”
Carpentaria waved him aside.
“Has Mr. Jetsam told us the truth, dear madam?” he interrogated her.
And the eyes blinked. It was as though they blinked joyously, defiantly.
“Do you agree that restitution should be made, so far as restitution is possible?” Carpentaria asked.
There was no movement of the eyelids.
“You object to restitution, even now?”
Still there was no movement of the eyelids. But Josephus Ilam’s legs could be heard shuffling on the floor.
“You wish to speak, then? A, B, C, D—————”
Carpentaria went on to “W” before Mrs. Ilam signified that the sentence was to commence. The words ran: