"Oho! you threaten my life, do you? See here, Bissell, before we go any further, just tell me why you have pretended to take such an interest in me during all these years; why you have nursed all my evil inclinations; why you have tempted me to commit crime after crime, and why, now that I have, at your suggestion, committed one that puts a noose about my neck, you turn against me?"
"Why does any man do such things?"
"From self-interest, I suppose, or, perhaps more often, to revenge some wrong."
"Exactly, and those two are the motives that have influenced me."
"But great Scott! man—I never injured you."
"Personally, you have not."
"Then what do you want to bring me to ruin for?"
"I want to strike another through you."
"Who, in the fiend's name?"
"Who do you suppose?"