“The consequences will be upon your own head,” said she, with affected indifference.
“I’m perfectly willing that they should,” he answered, with a coolness that astounded her.
“When you stand in a criminal court you’ll alter your tone,” she declared, although unnerved at his willingness to face her vengeance.
“Possibly, when you accompany me there, you will do the same.”
“Oh! How’s that, pray?”
“Death is the penalty for murder,” the artist exclaimed meaningly.
“Murder?” gasped Valérie wildly. “What—what do you mean? What do you infer?”
“Nothing, beyond the fact that if you give me up to the police, you yourself will also be deprived of liberty.”
“Of what do you accuse me, pray?” she demanded haughtily.
“It is the business of the police to investigate crime, not mine.”