“Bah, Bart Hodge! you thought you had forced an unwilling confession from me; but, instead of that, you played right into my hands. I owe you something for helping me along with my little schemes. Why, I have really enjoyed this call from you!”
And he laughed again, softly, with a hissing sound through his white teeth.
CHAPTER VIII.
FRANK FORCES THE TRUTH.
Bart went straight to Merriwell’s room and turned over the confession. He watched Merriwell’s face, glowing with exultation, as Frank read the remarkable statement of Defarge.
“Where did you get this?” Merry asked, when he had finished.
Bart explained, and Frank listened.
“Well, this is rather astonishing, to say the least,” Merry admitted, frowning over it.
“It proves beyond the least doubt that Morgan is still your enemy, though he is trying to strike you in the most dastardly way without becoming implicated himself.”
“It seems to prove that,” Frank admitted.
“Well, now you have him in your power. But Defarge is mortally afraid of the fellow.”