But Wilson still hesitated, and did not seem quite to know what to do. Then he said—
“I think it is too delicate a matter to—to—I believe I would rather write it or whisper it to you, and let you decide for yourself whether you want it talked out or not.”
“That will answer,” said Luigi; “write it.”
Wilson wrote something on a slip of paper and handed it to Luigi, who read it to himself and said to Tom—
“Unfold your slip and read it, Mr. Driscoll.”
Tom read:
“It was prophesied that I would kill a man. It came true before the year was out.”
Tom added, “Great Scott!”
Luigi handed Wilson’s paper to Tom, and said—
“Now read this one.”