"Well?"
"Well, Roger lad, seeing I have the Trevanion deeds, I thought I might as well have this too. So I offered him money down, and he was pleased to arrange the matter that way. He has made the thing over to me."
"Let's see it—his writing ought to be on it to that effect."
"It is; aye, it is."
"Then let me look at it."
"No, Roger. This paper is very precious to me. I dare not let you have it. You might destroy it then."
"Peter Trevisa," I cried, "did ever a Trevanion do a trick like that?"
"No, but you are in a tight corner, and——"
"Listen, you chattering old fool," I cried angrily. "If I wished, I could squeeze the life out of the bodies of both of you and take the paper from you before any one could come to your aid. But that's not my way; give it me."
"I'll trust you, Roger; here it is."