And I'll have you took up for murder, into the bargain," he rather illogically continued, "as an accessory to the fact." David Ripper was in a state of horror; all idea of concealment gone out of him.

"I couldn't help it," he gasped.

"I couldn't get out to him; I was locked up in the mill.

Don't shoot me." "I'll spare you on one condition," decided Pike.

"Disclose the whole of this from first to last, and then we may part friends.