“Not the slightest.”
“Then he cannot compel you to do anything he commands?”
“No.”
“He did not force you to conceal yourself beside the road one night when the squad took a run into the suburbs and throw a stone at me?”
“No.”
“You did that of your own accord?”
“I did.”
Frank took the confession from his pocket and held it before Bertrand’s eyes.
“Then this confession is false?”
“Every word of it.”