“It would be just like him; that duck ain’t worthy of belief.”
“In that case he strikingly resembles you,” smiled Hare.
“I may be bad, but I wouldn’t lie to save myself from the gallows.”
Bull spoke with affected dignity, which caused the detective to laugh outright.
“I haven’t said anything funny,” growled Blair.
“It struck me that way.”
Bull glanced at his manacled wrists, and something like a groan escaped him. Would he ever be free again?
“Now,” said Hare, after a pause, “where are those diamonds you wish to dispose of to my Philadelphia friend?”
“They are not here.”
“I asked you where they were.”