"That depends upon ourselves," said Durham, somewhat stiffly. "No man need be a rascal unless he likes."
"Money can make a good man or a bad one," insisted the Italian.
"I don't agree with you. But this is not what I wish to talk about, Signor Tolomeo. You are pleased that Bernard is alive."
"Very pleased. But I trust he will escape."
"Ah! Then you believe he is guilty of the crime."
"He—or the other one."
"What other one?" asked Durham, sharply.
Tolomeo looked directly at the lawyer. "Before I speak out," he said, "it will set my mind at rest to know what you mean."
"Does that hint you want money?"
"Money is always a good thing, and I need it badly," said Guiseppe shrugging, "but, as this regards my own nephew, I am willing to aid him without money. I loved my sister, his mother, and she was badly treated by that old man!" Tolomeo's eyes flashed. "He insulted her, and we—the Tolomeo nobles—were great lords in Siena when your England was wild forest and savage peoples."