“You mean that the man who watches you may live to regret it?”
“Yes.”
“Well call me spy, then. Don’t you think you’re playing a pretty bold hand just now, George?”
“I?”
“You. You are into it so deep that you don’t want to miss a good thing. There’s nothing buried under those bricks; there never was. Mother Flintstone hid it elsewhere.”
“That’s false. She hid it in this house, and unless you——”
“Come, George, don’t show your teeth like a tiger. It will do you no good. You can’t find the confession, but the other one will do just as well!”
“What other one?”
It was evident that the question had no sooner left Richmond’s lips than he regretted the utterance.
“You know; therefore I need not specify. I hope the work was well done.”