“But what about?”
“Revenge! Blind, murderous revenge for turning him neck and crop out of Lagden!”
“You are in a temper! But I can't understand a word of it!”
“Well, that is what I had to tell you. He came to my house—And how good have I been to this man! Didn't I send him the fifty pounds—?”
“Well, that was kind. But I must tell you, Mr. Frankl, that Richard knows nothing of the fifty pounds—”
“Well, then it is your fault! Oh, he did not know of the fifty pounds? Then it is your fault entirely, this rage of his against me—He threatened to shoot me dead—thrice he threatened—soon, he said—”
“Not Richard?”
“Yes, Richard!—your nice Richard! But what did I want you for to-night? It was to let you see that I have it in my power to let your brother in for three months hard—not less. But you know, my dear, don't you, that I wouldn't do anything to give you pain? That is why, so far, I've taken no steps. But your brother must be unarmed. I can't have my life exposed, after his threats, and all”.
“Unarmed....”
“Yes. I have it on good authority that your brother has guns. I must have those guns put into my own hands by you...”