“There has been a fearful mistake,” he said.
“Which you have done your worst to add to.”
“You admit you killed M. Vastic?”
“I haven’t attempted to hide it.”
“For that you and all concerned will have to answer.”
“I am alone responsible. You know that. The man who was there knows it well.”
“You are suspiciously anxious to shield others.”
“I tell the truth, that’s all. But come,” and I resumed my former tone of authority; “we have talked enough. Are we to resume this fight, or will you leave the house and take your men away with you?”
“Are you dictating to me?” he asked, with a start of anger.
“Yes; for I hold the whip hand,” I flung at him.