“I like that,” he said, with a low, sneering laugh.
“No nonsense. Give me those notes.”
“You mean you want to give me the notes.”
“I mean what I say,” cried Harry, in a low, angry voice.
“Why, you went and got them, as we agreed.”
“I did not go and get them as we agreed.”
“Yes, you did, for I saw you.”
“How dare you, you lying cur!” cried Harry, seizing him by the throat and holding him back against the chair. “Give me the notes.”
“Don’t! don’t! You’ve hurt me enough once to-night. Look! my head’s bleeding now.”
Harry loosened his grasp, for the fact was patent.