Harry leaned his head against the glass in back of him and looked boldly at his questioner.
“What do you know about Rodney Paget?”
Harry felt more at ease. His policy of silence was bringing new questions. He was resolved to outwit his inquisitor. By saying nothing, he revealed nothing. He wondered what would happen next.
THE man whose face was hidden by the cowl made no threatening motion. He continued to look at Harry, as though seeking to overpower him by the strength of his invisible eyes.
Harry felt that the game was turning in his favor, for the moment. He smiled and tried to regard his inquisitor with an attitude of ridicule.
“You have heard my questions,” said the man in the robe. “Do you choose to answer them?”
Harry shrugged his shoulders.
“Very well.” The voice was harsh in the gloom of the room. “You have answered nothing. You have denied nothing. Your identity is suspected. It will soon be learned, despite your efforts to conceal it.
“If you choose to speak, you have a chance for life. If you do not speak, the verdict will surely be—”
The speaker paused. Harry felt a slight shudder as he waited for the next word.