“But some one did kill the messenger.” With a lightning glance at the tavern-keeper he demanded, “Will you say Polcher killed him?”
Sevier was human and the temptation was strong. The rascal was seeking his life and would hesitate at nothing to accomplish his ends.
“No, I can’t say that. I only wish I could. Polcher didn’t kill him. He only killed the old man he had hired to bring in a scalp.”
“Then you do know who killed him?” cried Polcher.
“You speak as if you were surprised,” growled McGillivray.
“I’m surprised he admits as much,” Polcher defended.
McGillivray nodded for the borderer to proceed.
“Not in the presence of that man,” Sevier refused.
“By heavens, Sevier, you’re taking a high hand!” the emperor passionately cautioned. “Please remember that any man worthy to stand in my presence is worthy to hear any explanation that involves him in a serious matter. I demand you tell me what you know concerning the death of one of my people.”
Polcher grinned triumphantly.