"'Though you have paid _me_,' he said, 'I know you are hopelessly
insolvent. I cannot tell where or how you have managed to raise that
money, but certain am I it has been by deceiving some one; and so sure
as I stand here I will know all about the transaction within a month.'
"While we talked, he had been, at intervals, passing to and from his
strong room, putting away the notes and papers previously lying about on
the table; and, as he made this last observation, he was standing just
within the door, placing something on the shelf.
"'It is of no use talking to me any more,' he went on. 'If you talked
from now to eternity you could not alter my decision. There are your
deeds; take them, and never let me see you in my house again.'
"He came out of the darkness into the light at that moment, looking
burly, and insolent, and braggart, as was his wont.
"Something in his face, in the tone of his voice, in the vulgar
assumption of his manner, maddened me. I do not know, I have never been
able to tell, what made me long at that moment to kill him--but I did
long. With an impulse I could not resist, I rose as he returned towards
the table, and snatching a pistol from the table--fired.
"Before he could realize my intention, the bullet was in his brain.
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