"I am unarmed," he muttered, shifting his eyes uneasily.
"I, too, was unarmed once before your weapon; and afterwards you swore to tell me the truth. You know why. But if you mean that I am insulting an unarmed man, here, take your revolver;" and I put it on the table and pushed it toward him. "You lied, Colonel Livenza," I repeated.
The sweat broke out on his forehead in the intensity of the strain. "I don't want it," he said, hoarsely and feebly, pushing it back to me. "I will say it. The senorita is to be my wife."
I put the pistol on the chair again; for the experiment had answered, as I knew it would.
"You mean that your marriage with Senorita Castelar was part of the price with which Quesada bought your help and silence?"
"If you put it so, yes," he murmured.
"This is infamous," cried Sarita.
"But it is not all. Wait, please," I said to her; then again to him—
"In regard to the Carlist plot for abducting the King, what part did he give you to play?"
"I was the intermediary between him and the Carlists. Sarita knows this," and he looked across to her.