"I'm not lying," replied Howard calmly.
The captain glared at him for a moment and then suddenly tried new tactics.
"Why did you come here?" he demanded.
"I came to borrow money."
"Did you get it?"
"No—he said he couldn't give it to me."
"Then you killed him."
"I did not kill him," replied Howard positively.
Thus the searching examination went on, mercilessly, tirelessly. The same questions, the same answers, the same accusations, the same denials, hour after hour. The captain was tired, but being a giant in physique, he could stand it. He knew that his victim could not. It was only a question of time when the latter's resistance would be weakened. Then he would stop lying and tell the truth. That's all he wanted—the truth.
"You shot him!"