At the bottom was written in large, but irregular letters:—
I and no one else stole Mr. Frick's diamond, and sold it to Mr. Jurgens for five thousand kroners. I, and no one else, shall suffer for my crime!
EVELINA REIERSON.
June, 18—.
I could not control myself any longer. "You are the greatest scoundrel that ever walked in shoes, Mr. Howell, or Davis, or whatever you call yourself!" I shouted, and rushed at him. I believe I should have knocked him down, if Monk had not quickly intervened.
It was hardly necessary, however, to strike him, for at my words he staggered back, as if stupefied, and leant against the wall.
Monk was the first to speak.
"You may thank my friend you have been warned, Mr. Davis; otherwise it had been my intention to let you find out for yourself that your forgeries and frauds have been discovered."
The Englishman was deadly pale. He opened a cupboard with trembling hands, took out a bottle, and poured himself out a large glass of cognac.
"Have you anything more to say to him? If not, let us go; I can no longer stand the sight of the scoundrel."