"Whew!" Silver whistled and drew a deep breath. "If I'd known that, I'd have got round the old woman. But it's too late now since all the fat is on the fire. Mr. Lambert knows too much, and you have confessed what should have been kept quiet."
"I had to save my own skin," said Garvington sullenly. "After all, I had nothing to do with the murder. I never guessed that you were so mixed up in it until Lambert brought that bullet to fit the revolver I lent you."
"And which I gave to Miss Greeby," snapped Silver tartly. "She is the criminal, not me. What a wax she will be in when she learns the truth. I expect your cousin will have her arrested."
"I don't think so. He has some silly idea in his head about the honor of our name, and won't press matters unless he is forced to."
"Who can force him?" asked Silver, looking more at ease, since he saw a gleam of hope.
"Chaldea! She's death on making trouble."
"Can't we silence her? Remember you swing on my hook."
"No, I don't," contradicted Garvington sharply. "I can't be arrested."
"For forging that letter you can!"
"Not at all. I did not write it to lure Pine to his death, but only wished to maim him."