"Are you in the habit of going on sprees with that colored man?"
A startled look flashed across Mason's face, an expression of deep fear shone for an instant in his cold eyes, and he sprang to his feet.
By an effort of will he subdued his alarm, a dark frown mantled his brow and he glared furiously at the detectives and demanded:
"Do you mean to insult me?"
A chuckle escaped the old detective and he replied, blandly:
"Insult you? By no means."
"Then what do you mean by asking such an impertinent question, sir?" haughtily demanded Mason.
"Only this," replied Old King Brady, calmly. "We were down at your uncle's place at Swamp Angel, in Georgia, the other night, and learned there that you and Sim Johnson were on a toot there together."
"It's an infernal lie!" yelled Mason, losing his temper.
Old King Brady smiled and shrugged his shoulders.