He had been so near wealth.

Was he to lose everything?
"Mr.Trent," he whispered, "my dear friend, have reason.

Monty, I tell you, is only half alive, he hangs on, but it is a mere thread of life.
Leave it all to me! To-morrow he shall be dead!--oh, quite naturally.
There shall be no risk! Trent, Trent!" His cry ended in a gurgle, for Trent's hand was on his throat.
"Listen, you miserable hound," he whispered.

"Take me to him this moment, or I'll shake the life out of you.

Did you ever know me go back from my word ?" Da Souza took up his hat with an ugly oath and yielded.