Glade Tremont's short, harsh question was uttered as he stared into Harold Sharrock's eyes. They were mild, light-gray eyes that flinched as they met the lawyer's gaze. Then, with an effort, Sharrock tried to gain composure.
A flush came to his pasty face. His weak eyes glistened. He bit his colorless lips as he looked from Tremont to Savette. His manner showed that he knew these men, and understood the evil in their hearts.
"I've come back," declared Sharrock hoarsely. "Come back, for an accounting. That's all."
"That is enough," commented Tremont.
Sharrock flinched; then stared boldly toward Doctor Savette.
"I landed this morning," he said. "I went up to watch your house. I followed you when you went to take the train. I did not know where you were going. I did not know that you had this place here. When I saw you enter, I came after. I wanted to get you — to kill you — both of you!"
Hatred flashed in Sharrock's face as he delivered this outburst. Tremont and Savette both received the statement calmly. They were not perturbed in the least.
"Your return is a fortunate one," declared Savette. "We can use some of those funds which belong to us."
"Belong to you!" Sharrock's cry was contemptuous. "Nothing belongs to you! There is nothing for you to get. I lost everything I had at Monte Carlo!"
"Hm-m-m," chuckled Glade Tremont. "Now I suppose you would like to have us finance you?"