"Hold your tongue, curse you," cried Dragen. "I mean to get them, and shall go my own way to do it. Where are they?" he demanded of me.
"What papers do you mean?"
"To hell with your questioning me. You know what I mean. Where are they?"
"You think you can make me tell you?"
"I'm sure I can," he retorted with an oath.
"Try then;" and I looked up and met his angry eyes firmly.
"Give them up and no harm shall come to you."
"This looks like it, doesn't it?"
"Don't you anger me, or it'll be the worse for you."
"You can only take my life, but even then you can't save your employer's; nor your own, for the police know all about that other affair."