But looking into the
future with my brother's blood between us I think it might have turned
out a hideous mistake."
"A safe conjecture," Gifford commented, between indignation and amusement
at the cool way the man was now trying to save his face.
"Anyhow there's an end of it," Henshaw said with an air and gesture of
half scornfully dismissing the affair. "And so I bid you good afternoon."
As he walked towards the door Gifford intercepted him.
"Not quite so fast, Mr. Henshaw," he said resolutely. "We can't leave the
affair like this."
"What do you mean?" Henshaw ejaculated, with a look which was half
defiant, half apprehensive.
"You have heard my story," Gifford pursued with steady decisiveness,
"and have, I presume, accepted it."
"For what it is worth." The smart of defeat prompted the futile reply.
"That won't do at all," Gifford returned with sternness. "You either
accept the account I have just given you, or you do not."
There was something like murder in Henshaw's eyes as he replied, "This
bullying attitude is what I might expect from you. To put an end,
however, to this most unpleasant interview you may take it that I accept
your statement.
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