"
"And your refuse?"
"I refuse."
"It will be your ruin, then, Joam Garral. Everything accuses you in
the proceedings that have already taken place. You are condemned to
death, and you know, in sentences for crimes of that nature, the
government is forbidden the right of commuting the penalty.
Denounced, you are taken; taken, you are executed. And I will
denounce you."
Master as he was of himself, Joam could stand it no longler. He was
about to rush on Torres.
A gesture from the rascal cooled his anger.
"Take care," said Torres, "your wife knows not that she is the wife
of Joam Dacosta, your children do not know they are the children of
Joam Dacosta, and you are not going to give them the information."
Joam Garral stopped himself. He regained his usual command over
himself, and his features recovered their habitual calm.
"This discussion has lasted long enough," said he, moving toward the
door, "and I know what there is left for me to do."
"Take care, Joam Garral!" said Torres, for the last time, for he
could scarcely believe that his ignoble attempt at extortion had
collapsed.
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