“Last time, I asked you to sit down. This time, I don’t.”
“No, no,” said Rolandsen. But he was puzzled at the other’s angry manner.
But Mack found no pleasure in being harsh. He had power over this man, who had done him a wrong, and he preferred to show himself too proud to use it. He said, “You know, of course, what has happened here?”
Said Rolandsen, “I have been away. Things may have happened that you know of, but not I.”
“I’ll tell you how it is, then,” said Mack. And Mack was now as a minor God, with the fate of a human creature in his hand. “You burnt up that insurance policy, I think you said?”
“Well, not exactly,” said Rolandsen. “To tell the truth....”
“Here it is,” said Mack, and brought out the document. “The money has been found, too. The whole lot was found wrapped up in a kerchief that did not belong to you.”
Rolandsen made no protest.
“It belonged to Enok,” Mack went on.