"Ha! ha! You touch me at your peril!" retorted Job, who was getting exasperated.
"At your peril, you mean! Now, then, my man, no equivocation, but a plain confession. Out with it!"
"Confession? What have I to confess, my Gentile cove?"
"Be respectful, I tell you, or I'll lay my whip across your shoulders! 'What have you to confess about,' you ask? If the walls of this shambles could speak they might tell you, not but what you know well enough what I mean."
"Ah!" cried the man, his eyes glittering. "She's blown the gaff."
"Precisely. And it should have been blown long ago. You blackmailing beast! Now, then, I'm here to learn the truth."
"Oh, she's not told it to you, then?"
"Yes, she has. But I want it confirmed by you."
"What am I to confirm?" asked the gypsy, with a savage oath.
"The story of how you murdered Jenner in this room!"