But I did not see his face until he returned to the bedside.

And then it frightened me.

It was distorted and discolored with rage and chagrin.
"You've been making a fool of me!" he cried fiercely.
"No, I have been considering the matter, Rattray." "And you won't accept my offer ?" "Of course I won't.

I didn't say I'd been considering that." He stood over me with clenched fists and starting eyes.
"Don't you see that I want to save your life ?" he cried.

"Don't you see that this is the only way?
Do you suppose a murder more or less makes any difference to that lot downstairs?
Are you really such a fool as to die rather than hold your tongue ?" "I won't hold it for money, at all events," said I."But that's what I was coming to." "Very well!" he interrupted.