Captain of Villainy
"Now," he said sharply, "we'll come down to business, with no frills, sir! Ye bought this slave—this white slave?"
"Yes." The revolver forced the monosyllable from the German.
"What have ye done with him?"
"None of your cursed business!"
"Answer me!"
Men, by the regiment, had heeded O'Rourke's commanding voice. The German, a craven at heart, weakened, cowering.
"The slave is in his quarters," he admitted sullenly.
"Call him, then—or, better still, take us to him."
"I—he cannot be seen."
"Why?"
"The man is dying."
"Ah!" O'Rourke's eyes were informed with a hard light. "Ah!" he repeated. "Dying?"
Still with an eye for the German, he began to talk rapidly to Senet.
"I'm going to tell ye a little story, Mr. Senet," he said. "Be good, enough not to interrupt me. The captain here isn't going to speak unless I give him permission.
"Part of this I read in a scandal-mongering newspaper in Paris, and forgot. Part of it I heard from another man when first I came here, and noticed this von Wever buying slaves in the sok at Tetuan; and that, too, I forgot. Part of it is pure deduction; but we shall see if Herr Captain von Wever dares to deny it.
"To begin at the beginning, a girl named Ellen Dean, of the States—"
Senet started up from his chair, but O'Rourke silenced him with a gesture. The German looked around him furtively, with something of the expression of a trapped animal.
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