"A misapprehension!" he said, startled.
"Yes. You were desperate enough to contemplate committing suicide, because you supposed you would inevitably be disgraced and punished."
Riddle nodded.
"Well, supposing that this were not the case?"
"What do you mean?" he cried, his face lighting up with the return of hope.
"I mean that it's in my power to let you go free."
The man's face fell.
"But there are conditions," he said.
"There are no conditions."
"How about the Company?"