“You mean, rather, he was once my friend,” said Cook.
“Did you two fall out?”
“Yes.”
“About what?”
“Excuse me, that is a personal affair,” replied Enoch.
“Is Monsieur Kidd here in this city?”
“I hardly think so; I have never seen him since my return.”
“Monsieur Cook,” exclaimed Pierre, and his voice became harsh and loud, “you are trying to shield this man from my just vengeance!”
Enoch laughed. Again the Frenchman grasped his throat.
“Conduct me to Kidd,” said Monsieur Jacquet, “or I shall strangle you!”