The speaker was seemingly the leader, and his deep vibrating bass voice rolled through the room in tones of intense earnestness.
“Have you ever known me tell you a lie, M. Vastic?” This, then, was the reckless Nihilist himself.
“Do you deny he has been here?”
“An American, M. Denver, has been here; but left this house more than an hour since.”
“To go where?” The question came like a sharp stern command.
“I do not know.”
“He is the man we seek. You know that. Do you dare to trifle with us?”
“I allow no one to address me in that tone,” said Helga proudly. “I have told you the truth.”
The man turned to Drexel, who I saw was very pale.
“You are sure this man who calls himself Denver is the Emperor. If you have lied, you will answer to me.”