"I think of Justice! You two beasts aren't fit to be at large. I'm off," and he made for the door.
In a moment Silver was clutching his coat. "No, don't!" he screamed. "I am innocent! Lord Garvington, say that I am innocent!"
"Oh, —— you, get out of the hole as best you can! I'm in as big a mess as you are, unless Lambert acts decently."
"Decently, you wicked little devil," said Lambert scornfully. "I only propose to do what any decent man would do. You trapped Pine by means of the letter, and Silver shot him."
"I didn't! I didn't!"
"You had the revolver!"
"I hadn't. I gave it away! I lent it!" panted Silver, crying with terror.
"You lent it—you gave it—you liar! Who to?"
Silver looked round again for some way of escape, but could see none. "To Miss Greeby. She—she—she—she shot Pine. I swear she did."