“You’ve a pleasant wit, warder. What’s your name?”
“Pierre Delmont.”
“And so you think, Pierre, that I am to be put in the embrace of some one of those pretty toys of yours in order to induce me to confess to something I haven’t done? And I suppose you speak after some experience.”
“I have counselled many a man to confess to some light crime rather than face these; and more than one has scoffed at my words to his after sorrow.”
“Then you are here to frighten me with thoughts of the torture.”
“You are a brave man, I am told; yet many a man brave enough on the field of battle has made his first acquaintance with fear in this cell. God forgive the cruelty of it!”
“I am in no danger, Pierre.”
“Yet not for any reasons you know of.”
“Surely that sentence has a double sound.”
Pierre left his work, crossed toward Gerard, and answered in a low tone.