“I say it. Yas. Eef it has not been so then you were dead long time.”
“You—you are trying to tell me that you spared me!” she demanded scornfully.
“It ees so. Alexandre—d’Eblis, you know?—long time since he would have safety for us all—thees way. Non! Je ne pourrais pas vouz tuer, moi! It ees not in my heart, Nihla.... Because I have love you long time—ver’ long time.”
“Because you have feared me long time, ver’ long time!” she mocked him. “That is why, Ferez—because you are afraid; because you are only a jackal. And jackals never kill. No!”
“You say thees-a to me, Nihla?”
“Yes, I say it. You’re a coward! And I’ll tell you something more. I am going to make a complete statement to the French Government. I shall relate everything I know about d’Eblis, Bolo Effendi, a certain bureaucrat, an Italian politician, a Swiss banker, old Von-der-Goltz Pasha, Heimholz, Von-der-Hohe Pasha, and you, my Ferez—and you, also!
HE CAME TOWARD HER STEALTHILY
“Do you know what France will do to d’Eblis and his scoundrel friends? Do you guess what these duped Americans will do to Bolo Effendi? And to you? And to Von Papen and Boy-ed and Von Igel—yes, and to Bernstorff and his whole murderous herd of Germans? And can you imagine what my own doubly duped 383 Government will surely, surely do, some day, to you, Ferez?”