Into his brooding eyes there leapt the glitter to be seen in the eyes of the fevered of body or of mind.
"Vengeance," said he slowly, "is a dish best relished when 'tis eaten cold." He paused an instant; then continued: "I might have crossed to England at the time, and slain him.

Should that have satisfied me?
What is death but peace and rest ?" "There is a hell, we are told," Mr.Caryll reminded him.
"Ay," was the answer, "we are told.

But I dursn't risk its being false where Ostermore is concerned.

So I preferred to wait until I could brew him such a cup of bitterness as no man ever drank ere he was glad to die." In a quieter, retrospective voice he continued: "Had we prevailed in the '15, I might have found a way to punish him that had been worthy of the crime that calls for it.

We did not prevail.