“I refuse.”
“You refuse. You surprise me. An easy chance to make fifty million francs. Think of all it means, man,—wealth, luxury, beauty. We are getting it all legitimately from an institution that deserves no better treatment. Consider again. You’ll translate this?”
“I tell you; no!”
“May I ask why?”
“Because.... Look here, how did those documents come into your hands?”
“Never mind. I told you we would not go into that.”
“You have some connection with this theft. You....”
Then a light burst on Hugh. The man for whom he had been arrested—
“It was you who stole them.... And—Oh, my God! ... you damned villain! It was you, you who murdered Professor Durand.”
Vulning’s face went white; he seemed about to collapse.