"In this scheme for Melstane's death you were prompted by your accomplice, Francis Marson."
"Eh! It's an excellent play, without doubt."
"You stole some compromising letters of Marson's from that packet of Melstane's, and took them up to him last night."
"You are wisdom itself, monsieur."
"Those letters form your hold over Marson, and you offered to destroy them on condition that he let you marry Miss Marson."
"A miracle of logic! Eh, I believe well."
"It is my firm conviction," said Fanks, losing his temper at the gibing tones of the Frenchman, "that what I have stated is the truth, and that you and Marson are responsible for the death of Melstane in the way I have described."
"Monsieur is not afraid of the law of libel, evidently."
"No; there are no witnesses present."
"Ah, you scheme well?"