“Certainly,” said Mr. Blinkinsop. “No judgment no forfeiture.”
“And now, Doctor, don't be afraid; tell me truly, shall I do?” said Mr. Longcluse, leaning back, and looking darkly and steadily in his face.
“It is a nasty case.”
“Don't be afraid, I say. I should like to know, are the chances two to one against me?”
“I'm afraid they are.”
“Ten to one? Pray say what you think.”
“Well, I think so.”
Mr. Longcluse grew paler. They were all three silent. After about a minute, he said, in a very low tone,—
“You don't think I have a chance? Don't mislead me.”
“It is very gloomy.”