There was something which made him shiver about the imperturbability, not only of Sabatini himself, but of the woman who sat by his side.
Sabatini poured himself out a glass of wine deliberately.
"Who in the world," he demanded, "save a few unwholesome sentimentalists, would consider the killing of Rosario a crime ?" Starling staggered to his feet.

His cheeks now were ashen.
"You are mad!" he cried, pointing to Arnold.
"Not in the least," Sabatini proceeded calmly.

"I am not accusing you of having killed Rosario.

In any case, it would have been a perfectly reasonable and even commendable deed.

One can scarcely understand your agitation.