Rolandsen could not help smiling at the other’s solemn manner, and said jestingly, “Ah, now I shouldn’t be surprised if it was Enok was the thief.”
Mack found this tone by no means to his taste; it was lacking in respect. “You’ve made a fool of me,” he said, “and cheated me out of four hundred Daler.”
Rolandsen, with his precious telegrams in his pocket, still found it hard to be serious. “Let’s talk it over a little,” said he.
Then said Mack sharply, “Last time, I forgave you. This time, I don’t.”
“I can pay you back the money.”
Mack turned on him angrily. “The money’s no more to me now than it was then. But you’re a cheat; do you realise that?”
“If you’ll allow me, I’ll explain.”
“No.”
“Well, now, that’s all unreasonable,” said Rolandsen, still smiling. “What do you want with me at all, then?”
“I’m going to have you locked up,” said Mack.