“Just what I say, Paret,” he answered slowly. “You ought to know, if anyone knows.”
I considered this a moment, more soberly. I thought I might have counted on my fingers the number of men cognizant of my connection with the case. I decided that he was guessing.
“I think you should explain that,” I told him.
“The time may come, when you'll have to explain it.”
“Is that a threat?” I demanded.
“A threat?” he repeated. “Not at all.”
“But you are accusing me—”
“Of what?” he interrupted suddenly.
He had made it necessary for me to define the nature of his charges.
“Of having had some connection with the affair in question.”