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"I--I'll k-kill you!"

"Murder me?"

"It's no m-murder to kill your sort!"

"Then it is a pistol you have in your pocket, there?"

"Yes--l-look at it!" And, speaking, Barrymaine drew and levelled the

weapon with practised hand "Now listen!" said he "You will s-sit

down at that table there, and write Gaunt to g-give me all the time

I need for your c-cursed interest--"

"But I tell you--"

"Liar!" cried Barry step "Liar,--I

know! Then, after you've done that,--you will swear never to see or

c-coain, or I'll shoot you dead where you

stand,--s-so help me God!"

"You are mad," said Barnabas, "I am not your creditor, and--"

"Liar! I know!" repeated Barry him, white-faced, across the table,

"I think--I's you don't know The first

is that Lady Cleone has promised to marry me--some day--"

"Go on to the next, liar!"

"The second is that ,--the third is thathim,--and the fourth is that in the dead man's pocket

I found--this!" And Barnabas produced that crumpled piece of paper

whereon was drawn the plan of the stables

Now, at the sight of this paper, Barrymaine fell back a step, his