"Do you see?" he asked. "That's your job. To go to them and tell them. Do you understand?"
Aylmer shook his head.
"I hear your price—for what?" he asked. "It's a one-sided bargain, so far."
"The goods that I have to deliver," said Landon, slowly, "are what I put safely out of your way a moment ago. That boy's health, and mental and—moral, too, if you like—strength. Do you get the notion?"
For a moment the silence remained unbroken. Then Aylmer spoke.
"You devil!" he said slowly. "You incarnate fiend!"
Landon laughed again, with complacent satisfaction.
"You do get the notion," he said. "Let your mind dwell upon it, give it deliberation. I sha'n't kill the boy, oh, not for a long time. I shall keep him alive; he'll even enjoy the process. I'll bring him up carefully, very carefully. There isn't a form of life as I've seen it that he sha'n't be familiar with. You may hunt me from England; you may make it hot for me in Europe and America. There are plenty of lively resorts in this good old continent of Africa which will amply fulfill my purpose. I'll put him through the mill; I'll begin early, too. I sha'n't leave much to luck. If by any chance you brought about my death, and I credit you with grit enough to attempt it, you'll find the kid well-grounded. He shall be his father's son, and a bit more. I hadn't the advantages he's going to have."
The flush of anger which had mounted to Aylmer's face was gone now. He looked at Landon keenly, indeed, but with more curiosity than wrath. His voice was quite controlled.
"And in the alternative?" he asked. "In any case you keep him. What do we gain by meeting your terms?"