"I don't. I've done nothing," said Jerry, sulkily.
"You have attempted to poison Michael Gilroy——"
"Do you know his name, Mr. Grant?"
"Yes! And you know mine, Master Jerry. Come now, you must reply to the questions which Lord Conniston wishes to put."
"Sha'n't," said Jerry, and set his pretty, tearful face firmly.
"Judas," said Conniston, taking his riding-whip from a near table, "there's only one course to be pursued with boys like you. If you don't speak out, I'll give you one of the finest thrashings you ever had in your life."
"I'll have an action against you then," snapped Jerry, very pale.
"Certainly. But you'll have to get out of prison to bring it."
"Prison?" Jerry quavered and shook all over.
"Yes, prison," mimicked Conniston. "Do you think you can behave like a young criminal and get off scot free?"