The murderous facility wherewith Mr.Harley in the beginning invested the conversation with that pistol had not been lost upon Storri, and he shivered lest the interview conclude with his own murder.

Mr.Harley, having exhausted expletive and opprobrious term, might empty the six chambers of his dreadful weapon into Storri.

Thus spake Storri's fears, and he cowered while Mr.Harley raged.

Indeed, the tables had been turned, and Mr.
Harley was taking virulent advantage of the reversal.

Among other matters, he taunted Storri with his, Mr.Harley's, possession of those French shares, and gave him to know that the happy transfer had been the fruit of his, Mr.Harley's, own superior wit.
"For," said Mr.Harley, with no more noble purpose than to augment Storri's pangs, "did you think that one of my depth was for long to be held at the mercy of such a dolt as yourself ?" "Then it was you," moaned Storri, who made the mistake of believing what Mr.Harley said, "then it was you who bought Northern Consolidated--you, and your confederates to whom you betrayed us ?" Mr.Harley smiled loftily, and was silent as though disdaining reply.