Why?
Is it not better to tell me than foolishly to waste such splendid nerve and grit as you possess ?" The prisoner moistened his bloodless lips and shrugged.
"Monsieur," he accused coldly, "you tinge commonplace incidents with melodrama." "Days ago--er--Jokai of Vienna," went on Carl thoughtfully, "I dispatched a formal communication to your country.

Why has it been ignored?
Why did my first inkling of its effect come in the sight of your face in suspicious territory?
And why, Monsieur," purred Carl softly, "did you seek to kill me by a trick ?" "Monsieur, you delayed me.

I am hot of temper--" "And kill whoever angers you?
My dear Jokai, that's absurd.

As for your singular indifference to the burning car--that's easy.

You'd stolen it.