As I turned to depart he lifted up his face, and all that was amiable in its expression had fled. With a calm sneer he said, “May I trouble you, Mr Rattlin, for those letters which I handed over to you for your perusal?”
“I shall keep them.”
“Is your code of equity as low as mine? They are my property; I paid dearly enough for them. And what says your code of honour to such conduct?”
“There, take your detested forgeries! We shall meet in London.”
“Mr Rattlin forgets that he is a prisoner.”
“Absurd! The charge cannot be sustained for a moment.”
“Be it so. Peradventure, I shall be in London before you.”