At this Benet grinned again. "Good!" he said aloud. "I like that!"
"I shall say it again, and shall not swallow it."
"You are two to one," I replied, "and you have your lackey outside; but if I hear it again, there will be a new version of the story about the first-born slain."
He looked at his brother, and then spoke with less assurance.
"I will prove it," he said slowly.
"That is a different matter," I replied. "Go on."
"You have been on the roof of this house to-night."
I made no movement or sound indicating surprise. I had been expecting this.
"Well, what then? Am I a prisoner here?"
"Why were you there?"