Damn you, Ray, why are you always interfering in my concerns ?" Ray turned to me.

There was a look in his eyes which I readily understood.

At that moment I think that I hated him.
"What are those papers ?" he asked.
"Take them and see," I answered.

"If I told you you would not believe me." He moved a few steps towards them, and then paused.

I saw that my father was leaning forward, and in his shaking hand was a tiny gleaming revolver.