Captain of Villainy
"I'm waiting," growled von Wever non-committally.
"I suspected as much. To get on: 'Twas the matter of two years ago, I believe, Herr Captain, that ye came to Tangiers?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"'Tis coming to that I am. Yes or no?"
"Well,—yes."
"D'ye happen to call to mind visiting the slave market at Tetuan shortly after setting up this pretty little home, captain, dear?"
"What's that to you?"
"I was there—that's all. I seem to remember observing ye, while ye purchased a naygur or two—a likely-looking girl from the Soudan, was it not? And a light man into the bargain?"
Von Wever sat up, his little eyes glinting vindictively.
"If you think for an instant that I'm going to submit to your cross-examination," he snarled, "you mistaken are! Do you wish me the door to show you?"
"Aisy, aisy, captain, dear," laughed O'Rourke. "For what end? I'm not ready to go, and 'tis yourself that's going to sit on that couch until I permit ye to get up. I've warned ye that I am armed. Is not a word in your ear as good as a bullet through your head?"
"What's your game?"
"Answer me question." O'Rourke twirled his weapon giddily on his forefinger.
"Yes."
"Ye bought the girl?"
"Yes."
"And the man?"
"Yes."
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