“I am not a passionate person,” said the other. “Proceed.”
“If you were fit for the position,” continued Nick, “you would never have permitted me to regain consciousness.”
“We are looking to you for help in securing your diamonds,” was the cool reply.
“Then, having made this mistake, you should never have confided the secrets of your syndicate to me.”
“We decided to bring you down a peg or two before your death, to show you how little you were really capable of when pitted against men of ability and courage.”
“To humiliate me, in fact?”
“To punish you.”
“What do you suppose I’ll do to your syndicate when I get out of here?” asked Nick.
“You’ll never get out,” was the reply. “You are as good as dead now.”