“I don’t believe it.”
“I do.”
“For what reason?”
“Because, Nate, he either has some personal grudge against you and me, or else he suspects——”
The girl stopped, yet stared significantly at her hearer.
Godard dropped his spoon and began to grow pale. Yet the frown of his beetling brows became darker, and the light uglier in his evil eyes. He muttered an oath after a moment, then added, through his teeth:
“If I thought that——”
“What would you do?” queried Belle, with sinister significance.
“What wouldn’t I do,” snarled Godard, with sullen ferocity. “I’d do anything that would insure wiping him out of my path.”
The girl laughed, a coldly, cruel laugh that contrasted vividly with the man’s harsh voice.