"But not for murder," retorted Flaggs with a ghastly smile. "Not for murder!"
"Enough of this!" exclaimed Sir Richard, but his knees were trembling. "Here are a hundred pounds. Go!" He put his hand to his breast pocket.
"Look!" he cried, pulling from the lining of his hat a printed slip which he unfolded and handed to the baronet.
Mortmain took it in dread and held it to the light.
"Murder in the first degree defined.
"The taking of the life of a human being by another with malice prepense or in the commission of a felony."
The last six words were underlined in red ink.
"Well?" he asked, but the word stuck in his throat.
"Well?" returned the other. "It's plain enough, isn't it? What more do you want?"