They had robbed us of everything, except what that arch thief, Hayle, had already stolen from us." As he said this, another look such as I had seen on the occasion of his previous visit spread over his face.
"The robber, the thief," he hissed, almost trembling in his sudden excess of rage; "when I get hold of him he shall rue his treachery to the day of his death.

Upwards of a quarter of a million of money he stole from us, and where is it now?
Where is my sight, and where is Coddy's power of speech?
All gone, and he is free.

'Vengeance is Mine,' saith the Lord, but I want to repay it myself.

I want to----" Here he leant across the table and turned his sightless eyes upon me.
"This is certainly a curious sort of missionary," I said to myself as I watched him, "He may be smitten on one cheek, but I scarcely fancy he would be content to turn the other to the striker." At this moment Coddy leant forward in his chair, and placed his hand upon his friend's arm.

The effect was magical.