“‘So!’ The yellow face was turning grayer and harder every minute—liker and liker to my likeness of it. ‘And what other things? Has it never appeared to you that this you do, have been doing—this meddling, may be dangerous, hein?’
“He had changed his tone, as he had changed the person in which he addressed me. Yes, he had certainly made up his mind. And his big right hand was hidden inside his waistcoat, so that I could not see the evil eye I knew was on his finger.
“‘Dangerous?’ he repeated slowly.
“‘Possibly.’
“‘Ay, surely; I shall crush you!’
“‘Try.’
“‘In good time; wait. You plot against me. Take care; I am strong; I warn you. There must be an end of this, you understand, or——’
“He nodded his big head significantly.
“‘You are right,’ I told him; ‘there must be an end. It is coming.’
“‘So?’