"Now, M'seur, that I have brought you here what are you going to do?
Shall we go on and take dinner with those who are going to kill you, or will you wait a few hours?
Eh, which shall it be ?" For a moment Howland stood motionless, stunned by the Frenchman's words.
Quickly he recovered himself.

His eyes burned with a metallic gleam as they met the half taunt in Croisset's cool smile.
"If I had not stopped you--we would have gone on ?" he questioned tensely.
"To be sure, M'seur," retorted Croisset, still smiling.

"You warned me to lose no time--that something would happen if I did." With a quick movement Howland drew his revolver and leveled it at the Frenchman's heart.
"If you ever prayed to those blessed saints of yours, do it now, Jean Croisset.

I'm going to kill you!" he cried fiercely..