Landis gathered his muscles to leap between. But Russell controlled himself.
“It’s too damned clear,” he panted.
“And it’s true, eh?” inquired Bernard. “Cut out the play-acting and let’s have your answer!”
The formidable glare of his old eyes met the furious threat in those of Russell. Dominated in spite of himself, the younger man slowly leaned back in his chair.
“Isabelle and I are engaged,” he admitted huskily. “No doubt she will be well off now. I’ve had the decency not to inquire. If you’re accusing me of the murder, say so! Otherwise, keep your damned insinuations to yourself!”
Bernard smiled a little.
“If we do run you in you’d better learn to control your temper, young man. You can go.”
Russell got lithely to his feet.
“You’ve got gall enough,” he scowled, “for a dozen cheap detectives!”
“Step into the library,” said Landis patiently.