"I held you at my disposal," I continued, without noticing what he had
said, "and I have not availed myself of that. Therefore I had a strong
reason for sparing you yesterday, ere yesterday, this morning, a little
while ago, at the present moment; and it depends upon yourself whether I
spare you altogether."
"And you want me to believe you," he answered, pointing to my revolver
which I still continued to hold in my hand, but no longer covering him
with it. "No, no," and he added--with an expression which smacked of the
barrack-room, "I don't tumble to that sort of thing."
"Listen to me," said I, now assuming a tone of extreme contempt. "The
powerful motive which I have for not shooting you like a mad dog, you
shall learn. I do not choose that my mother should ever know what a man
she married in your brother. Do you now understand why I resolved to let
you go; provided you are of the same mind, however; for even the idea of
my mother would not stop me, if you pushed me too far. I will add, for
your guidance, that the limitation by which you supposed yourself to be
safe from pursuit for the murder in 1864 has been traversed; you are
therefore staking your head at this moment. For ten years past you have
been successfully levying blackmail on your brother. I do not suppose
you have merely played upon the chord of fraternal love. When you came
from America to assume the personality of Rochdale, it was clearly
necessary that he should send you some instructions. You have kept those
letters. I offer you one hundred thousand francs for them."
"Sir," he replied slowly, and his tone showed me that for the moment he
had recovered his self-control, "how can you imagine that I should take
such a proposal seriously? Admitting that any such letters were ever
written, and that I had kept them, why should I give up a document of
this kind to you? What security should I have that you would not have me
laid by the heels the moment after? Ah!" he cried, looking me straight
in the face, "you know nothing! That name! That likeness! Idiot that I
am, you have tricked me."
His face turned crimson with rage, and he uttered an oath.
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