14/19 He borrowed my money and my brother's money. He accepted the hospitality of my brother's house, the friendship of his friends. In return, he robbed him of the woman whom he loved." "The quarrel," Monsieur Decresson said softly, "seems, then, to have been another's." "Messieurs," I answered, "my brother is an invalid for life. The quarrel, therefore, was mine." Decresson and his companion exchanged glances. |