"Confound you, sir, you've told me nothing."
"Eh, it is because I do know nothing."
"That is a lie, Guinaud. I believe you know all about this case."
"Monsieur does me too much honour."
It was very provoking, certainly, and Fanks, seeing the uselessness of prolonging the discussion, was about to retire when a sudden thought entered his head.
"At all events Monsieur Guinaud," he said, deliberately, "cool as you are now, you may not be quite so composed before a judge."
"Ah! you will arrest me for the murder. Well, I wait, monsieur, for your pleasure. Bah! I am no child to be frightened by big drums."
"I won't arrest you for the murder, but I will for stealing those letters."
Judas winced at this. He was not very well acquainted with English law, and although he knew Fanks would not dare to arrest him on a charge of murder on the present evidence, yet he was by no means certain regarding the business of the letters. He thought a moment.
"You will arrest me for stealing what you do not know that I did steal?"