"I understand you were friendly together at the time of his death; but prior to that time——"
Mr. Dunbar smiled.
"I have been in India five-and-thirty years," he said.
"Precisely. But before your departure for India, had you any misunderstanding, any serious quarrel with the deceased?"
Mr. Dunbar's face flushed suddenly, and his brows contracted as if even his self-possession were not proof against the unpleasant memories of the past.
"No," he said, with determination; "I never quarrelled with him."
"There had been no cause of quarrel between you?"
"I don't understand your question. I have told you that I never quarrelled with him."
"Perhaps not; but there might have been some hidden animosity, some smothered feeling, stronger than any openly-expressed anger, hidden in your breast. Was there any such feeling?"
"Not on my part."