Voles nodded.
“Well, Mulhausen has to give that property back.”
Voles laughed.
“You needn’t laugh. You have seen my rough side. I’m holding the smooth towards you now—but there is no occasion to laugh. I’m going to skin Mulhausen.”
“Well,” said Voles. “What have I to do with that?”
“You are the knife.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, indeed. Let’s talk. When you got that eight thousand from me, you were only the agent of the Plinlimon woman, and she was only the agent of Marcus. She got something, you got something, but Marcus got the most. Julian got something too, but it was Marcus got the joints. He gave you three the head, and the hoofs, and the innards, and the tail. I’ve had it out with the Plinlimon woman and I know. You were a gang.”
Voles heaved up in his chair.
“What more have you to say?” asked he thickly.