“He will die?”
“He will.”
“And I will be a murderer.”
“Nonsense! You only made him a prisoner. He was putting up a job on you and you defended yourself, that is all. How about the money?”
“That end of it is all right.”
“How much do you receive?”
“Don’t ask me.”
“I think I’ve a right to know. It’s an even divide, you know.”
Fellman fixed a queer look on his double, and his co-conspirator.
“Do you mean treachery?” he asked.