“I don’t know,” said his cousin. “I want my money.”
“It was I alone who touched the body,” began Michael.
“You? Michael!” cried Morris, starting back. “Then why haven’t you declared the death?”
“What the devil do you mean?” asked Michael.
“Am I mad? or are you?” cried Morris.
“I think it must be Pitman,” said Michael.
The three men stared at each other, wild-eyed.
“This is dreadful,” said Morris, “dreadful. I do not understand one word that is addressed to me.”
“I give you my word of honour, no more do I,” said Michael.