His voice was hard--possibly the knowledge that he had gained told him that he had nothing to fear from this man, and in that assurance his craven soul grew brave and bold and arrogant.
"I have realized naught beyond the fact that I owe you nothing but unhappiness and ruin.

By a trick, by a low fraud, you enlisted me into a service that has proved my undoing.

Once a cheat always a cheat.

What credit in the face of that can I give this paper ?" he cried, talking wildly.

"To me it is incredible, nor do I wish to credit it, for though it were true, what then?
What then ?" he repeated, raising his voice into accents of defiance.
Grief and amazement were blended in Galliard's glance, and also, maybe, some reproach.
Hogan, standing squarely upon the hearth, was beset by the desire to kick Master Kenneth, or Master Jocelyn, into the street.