will tell!"

As though he had not been interrupted, Prothero continued
thoughtfully:

"What they may say he expected to find here, I can explain away
later. The point is that I found a strange man, hatless,
dishevelled, prowling in my house. I called on him to halt; he ran,
I fired, and unfortunately killed him. An Englishman's home is his
castle; an English jury----"

"An English jury," said Ford briskly, "is the last thing you want
to meet---- It isn't a Chicago jury."

The Jew flung back his head as though Ford had struck him in the
face.

"Ah!" he purred, "you know that, too, do you?" The purr increased
to a snarl. "You know too much!"

For Pearsall, his tone seemed to bear an alarming meaning. He
sprang toward Prothero, and laid both hands upon his disengaged
arm.

"For God's sake," he pleaded, "come away! He can't hurt you-- not
alive; but dead, he'll hang you--hang us both. We must go, now,
this moment." He dragged impotently at the left arm of the giant.
"Come!" he begged.

Whether moved by Pearsall's words or by some thought of his own,