"You'll find that hard to prove. However, both myself and Tracey are willing to give you a hearing."
"What will you do if I confess?"
"I will send you out of the country."
"I guess that's so. We don't want your sort dumped here," said Tracey.
"Will you give me money, so that I may not starve?" said Bocaros, taking no notice of this speech, and addressing himself to Arnold.
"I don't think you deserve a penny, seeing how you proposed to blackmail me. However, if you can prove your innocence, and can tell us who is the real criminal, I will help you."
"I don't know who killed Flora, unless it was Fane."
"Well then, Fane didn't," said Luther sharply. "Now, fire ahead and reel out your yarn. No lies, mind, or there'll be trouble."
"Sir," said Bocaros, with a dignity which never deserted him throughout this very trying interview, "you forget I am a nobleman."
"I know. They sell your sort at a penny a bunch abroad," retorted Tracey. "Go on. Talk away. I want to hear of this conspiracy."