"I am afraid that you do not."
"One who would send my beautiful sister to Siberia—Bah! I will not talk with you."
"Have I been unmerciful except to those who are confessed murderers, and those who are only awaiting a chance to kill?"
"No," he replied, reluctantly.
"Do you not see how impossible it is to accomplish what your people want to do, by the commission of crimes? You, who were one of the men waiting to kill me as soon as I came out of the house of your sister—what was your first thought when my men fell upon and arrested you? Did you not think that your sister had betrayed you all to me?"
"Yes."
"Did you not say so?"
He hung his face in shame and answered:
"Yes."
"Is that not the thought among your friends at this moment, and would the life of your sister be safe from them if she were in her own house to-night?"