“What have you to say?” Motkin’s words were derisive. “I shall let you speak — before you die. I shall let you watch — look at those shining things within the box.”
“I have a question,” asserted Froman calmly.
“A question?” sneered Motkin.
“Yes,” replied Froman quietly. “A question which concerns yourself. I should like to know how you expect to remove these jewels.”
“A question!” Ivan Motkin laughed. “Like you, I have men — but mine are capable. I shall summon them, after you two have perished. That is simple.”
“You have no men,” declared Froman. “They were killed. We have annihilated them.”
Motkin paused. He realized that the appearance here of Froman and Noyes was partial proof that the truth had been spoken. But Motkin was not to be so easily frightened.
“One man can remove those jewels,” he declared. “They can be taken — first some — then more—”
“Not from this room,” asserted Froman calmly.
“Not from this room?” came Motkin’s echo.