As I knew I should, I found Voltaire there. He smiled on me and lifted his hat politely. "I thought I would allow you to have a good breakfast before summoning you," he said, "especially as this is the last conversation we shall have for some time."
I thought I detected a look of triumph in his eyes, yet I was sure he regarded me with intense hatred.
"Yes," I said, "I am come. What is your will now?"
"This. I find that Mr. Temple has told you about an interview which was held in the library last night."
"Yes; it is true."
"Do you know of what you are in danger?"
"No—what?"
"Hanging."
"What for?"
"For murdering Kaffar."