Frank laughed.
“That is something for you to find out,” he said.
“You will not tell?”
Brattle snapped his fingers.
“It makes little difference. To-night ends your career in France. You shall die, Frank Merriwell, and you will never tell anything you may have learned to anybody else.”
“Bah!” exclaimed Merry. “You boast; but I doubt if you have the nerve to carry out your threats.”
“You will not doubt long. Let me tell you something. Do you see these men about me?”
“I am not blind.”
“They are the most desperate cutthroats in all Paris. There is not one of them who has not killed his man. They live by robbery and murder.”
“Well, I see you have chosen fit associates, Brattle.”