“Unless what?” he cried.
“Unless you confess the object of the outrage upon the Grand Duke.”
“I tell you I do not know.”
“But the plot was your own. None of your comrades knew of it.”
“It was not my own.”
“You carried it out?”
“And if I admit anything you will hand me over to the police—eh?”
“Surely you know that is impossible in England. You cannot be arrested here for a political crime,” Hartwig said.
“I saw you throw the bomb,” I added. “You were dressed differently, but I now recognise you. Come, admit it.”
“I admit nothing,” he answered sullenly. “You are both of you entirely welcome to your opinions.”