Why?
Well, I had no fancy to bother him on his death-bed: you might be innocent; and at bottom I preferred the murderer to the spy.' No doubt of it but the man played a friendly part; no doubt also that, in his ill-temper and anxiety, he expressed himself unpalatably.
'You will perhaps find me over delicate,' said I.

'There is a word you employed--' 'I employ the words of my brief, sir,' he cried, striking with his hand on the newspaper.

'It is there in six letters.

And do not be so certain--you have not stood your trial yet.

It is an ugly affair, a fishy business.