"
Julian laughed scornfully.
"I know a little about you, Mr. Fenn," he said. "I know the sort
of peace you would establish, the sort of peace any man would
propose who conducts a secret correspondence with Germany."
Fenn, who had lifted his mask for a moment, slowly rearranged it.
"Mr. Orden," he said, "we are not going to waste words upon you.
You are hopelessly and intolerably prejudiced. Will you tell us
where you have concealed the packet you intercepted?"
"Aren't you almost tired of asking me that question? I'm tired of
hearing it," Julian replied. "I will not."
"Will you let me try to prove to you," Fenn begged, "that by the
retention of that packet you are doing your country an evil
service?"
"If you talked till doomsday," Julian assured him, "I should not
believe a word you said."
"In that case," Fenn began slowly, with an evil glitter in his
eyes--
"Well, for heaven's sake finish the thing this time!" Julian
interrupted. "I'm sick of playing the laboratory rabbit for you.
If you are out for murder, finish the job and have done with it."
Bright was playing with another tube which he had withdrawn from
his pocket.
"It is my duty to warn you, Mr. Orden," he said, "that the
contents of this little tube of gas, which will reach you with a
touch of my fingers, may possibly be fatal and will certainly
incapacitate you for life."
"Why warn me?" Julian scoffed. "You know very well that I haven't
the strength of a cat, or I should wring your neck.
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