I hate you and defy you." Muller looked at her coldly, and then drew his pocket-book from his pocket and extracted from it the death-warrant and a pencil.
"Look, Bessie," he said.

"This is your uncle's death-warrant.

At present it is valueless and informal, for I have not yet signed, though, as you will see, I have been careful that everybody else should.

If once I place my signature there it cannot be revoked, and the sentence must be carried into effect.

If you persist in your refusal I will sign it before your eyes;" and he placed the paper on the book and took the pencil in his right hand.
"Oh, you cannot, you cannot be such a fiend," wailed the wretched woman, wringing her hands.
"I assure you that you are mistaken.