“Dead!”
The word seemed to stun the man.
“Yes, dead.”
“And ze ozer?”
“I know nothing of him, and don’t want to know.”
“His name——”
“I don’t wish to hear it. That’ll do. Here, take back your knife.”
Geoletti received the weapon in silence.
“You no help me?” he said presently in a slow voice.
“Certainly not. I become no party to this business. Besides, what were you here for?—blackmail it smells like. I daresay you got your deserts. Now be off with you.”