His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side.
"This is your work," said the knight, sternly.
"Not entirely," replied Jonathan, calmly; "though I shouldn't be ashamed of it if it were.

After all, you failed in obtaining the secret from her, Sir Rowland.

Women are hypocrites to the last--true only to themselves." "Peace!" cried the knight, fiercely.
"No offence," returned Jonathan.

"I was merely about to observe that _I_ am in possession of her secret." "You!" "Didn't I tell you that the fugitive Darrell gave me a glove! But we'll speak of this hereafter.

You can _purchase_ the information from me whenever you're so disposed.