"I see. We'll let it go at that. I am guilty, and you will condone my guilt on condition that you get my money?"
"Yes," said Mallien impudently.
"And you will take the risk of being proved an accessory after the fact?"
"Yes! Because I know that you'll hold your tongue for your own sake."
"Of course, you will keep Mrs. Beatson quiet?"
"Certainly. She won't say a word if I give her an annuity; and she is not likely to connect the will and the murder, as I remarked before. Well?"
"Well?" echoed Rupert ironically. "I'm not taking any, thank you."
Mallien's face fell when he found that, in the moment of his fancied triumph, victory was suddenly snatched from his grasp. "You refuse?"
"I do. Go to Inspector Lawson and bring your accusation. I am quite ready to meet it."
"You'll be arrested," threatened Mallien.