“Do you know where my father keeps the treasure, the bulk of which you have robbed him of?”
“Most offensively worded. But I will humor you. I never had need”—he shot out an evil smile—“of obtaining my share of the good things by other than legitimate means.”
“Do you know?”
“No, I don’t, upon the honor of a gentleman.”
“Did my brother that’s dead know?”
“Really, you tempt me to romance to satisfy your craving for information. I was not in your brother’s confidence.”
“Was there the least doubt that my brother was dead when he was buried?”
“Ah! I see. You have been hunting chimeras in George White’s company. It is the man’s werewolf, my good friend. You may take my professional certificate that no such thing happened.”
I looked at him, my soul lowering with doubt and the gloom of baffled vengeance.
“Have you anything further to ask?” he said, with mocking politeness. “Any other insane witness to cite on behalf of this base and baseless prosecution?”