“I do not understand you, sir,” said Willmington.
“I do not think there is much obscurity about what I said,” remarked Hamilton, in his turn.
“Do you mean, sir, to ask me to connive at a felony, and to permit a criminal to escape?”
“Call it what you choose, sir; I ask you to save Appadocca from an ignoble and untimely death,” answered Hamilton.
“Then, sir, I must tell you at once, I cannot. The law must take its course. Beside, sir, I feel called upon by public justice and morality, to bring to punishment the individual in whose favour you are making these representions.”
“Hum,” groaned Hamilton—“you forget one great point,” he said after a short pause.
“What is that, sir?” inquired Willmington.
“That by bringing Appadocca to the scaffold, you will disgrace your own blood,” answered Hamilton.
“I do not care much for that, sir,” answered Willmington.