“If there is any danger of that, it rests with you to guard him more closely.”
“I do my best, Your Eminence, but I am dependent upon the prison staff, and the man seems to have bewitched them all. I have changed the guard four times within three weeks; I have punished the soldiers till I am tired of it, and nothing is of any use. I can't prevent their carrying letters backwards and forwards. The fools are in love with him as if he were a woman.”
“That is very curious. There must be something remarkable about him.”
“There's a remarkable amount of devilry—I beg pardon, Your Eminence, but really this man is enough to try the patience of a saint. It's hardly credible, but I have to conduct all the interrogations myself, for the regular officer cannot stand it any longer.”
“How is that?”
“It's difficult to explain. Your Eminence, but you would understand if you had once heard the way he goes on. One might think the interrogating officer were the criminal and he the judge.”
“But what is there so terrible that he can do? He can refuse to answer your questions, of course; but he has no weapon except silence.”
“And a tongue like a razor. We are all mortal, Your Eminence, and most of us have made mistakes in our time that we don't want published on the house-tops. That's only human nature, and it's hard on a man to have his little slips of twenty years ago raked up and thrown in his teeth——”
“Has Rivarez brought up some personal secret of the interrogating officer?”
“Well, really—the poor fellow got into debt when he was a cavalry officer, and borrowed a little sum from the regimental funds——”