“I refuse to do anything of the sort.”
“I think you will,” he replied, with a cunning leer, and he covered me.
“Do you dare to threaten me?”
“Hand them over at once. Don’t fool me.”
I hesitated a moment.
“I give you five seconds,” he thundered.
“I had certain information in this letter,” and I held up the Corsican’s.
“Give it to me.”
I folded it up and threw it close to him.
With a chuckle he stooped and picked it up, and as he began to read it I took out my own weapon.