The same livid leaden change passed over his face which I had seen pass over it at the theatre. The deadly glitter in his eyes shone steady and straight into mine. He said nothing. But his left hand slowly opened the table-drawer, and softly slipped into it. The harsh grating noise of something heavy that he was moving unseen to me sounded for a moment, then ceased.
The silence that followed was so intense that the faint ticking nibble of the white mice at their wires was distinctly audible where I stood.
My life hung by a thread, and I knew it. At that final moment I thought with his mind, I felt with his fingers -- I was as certain as if I had seen to it what he kept hidden from me in the drawer.
‘Wait a little,' I said. ‘You have got the door locked -- you see I don't move -- you see my hands are empty. Wait a little. I have something more to say.'
‘You have said enough,' he replied, with a sudden composure so unnatural and so ghastly that it tried my nerves as no outbreak of violence could have tried them. ‘I want one moment for my own thoughts, if you please.
Do you guess what I am thinking about?'
‘Perhaps I do.'
‘I am thinking,' he remarked quietly, ‘whether I shall add to the disorder in this room by scattering your brains about the fireplace.'
If I had moved at that moment, I saw in his face that he would have done it.
‘I advise you to read two lines of writing which I have about me,' I rejoined, ‘before you finally decide that question.'
The proposal appeared to excite his curiosity. He nodded his head. I took Pesca's acknowledgment of the receipt of my letter out of my pocket-book, handed it to him at arm's length, and returned to my former position in front of the fireplace.
He read the lines aloud: Your letter is received. If I don't hear from you before the time you mention, I will break the seal when the clock strikes.'
Another man in his position would have needed some explanation of those words -- the Count felt no such necessity. One reading of the note showed him the precaution that I had taken as plainly as if he had been present at the time when I adopted it. The expression of his face changed on the instant, and his hand came out of the drawer empty.
‘I don't lock up my drawer, Mr Hartright,' he said, ‘and I don't say that I may not scatter your brains about the fireplace yet. But I am a just man even to my enemy, and I will acknowledge beforehand that they are cleverer brains than I thought them. Come to the point, sir! You want something of me?'
‘I do, and I mean to have it.'
‘On conditions?'
‘On no conditions.'
His hand dropped into the drawer again.
‘Bah! we are travelling in a circle,' he said, ‘and those clever brains of yours are in danger again. Your tone is deplorably imprudent, sir -- moderate it on the spot! The risk of shooting you on the place where you stand is less to me than the risk of letting you out of this house, except on conditions that I dictate and approve. You have not got my lamented friend to deal with now -- you are face to face with Fosco! If the lives of twenty Mr Hartrights' were the stepping-stones to my safety, over all those stones I would go, sustained by my sublime indifference, self-balanced by my impenetrable calm. Respect me, if you love your own life! I summon you to answer three questions before you open your lips again. Hear them -- they are necessary to this interview. Answer them -- they are necessary to ME.' He held up one finger of his right hand. ‘First question!' he said.
‘You come here possessed of information which may be true or may be false -- where did you get it?'
‘I decline to tell you.'
‘No matter -- I shall find out. If that information is true -- mind I say, with the whole force of my resolution, if -- you are making your market of it here by treachery of your own or by treachery of some other man. I note that circumstance for future use in my memory, which forgets nothing, and proceed.' He held up another finger. ‘Second question! Those lines you invited me to read are without signature. Who wrote them?'
‘A man whom I have every reason to depend on, and whom you have every reason to fear.'
My answer reached him to some purpose. His left hand trembled audibly in the drawer. ‘How long do you give me,' he asked, putting his third question in a quieter tone, ‘before the clock strikes and the seal is broken?'
‘Time enough for you to come to my terms,' I replied.
‘Give me a plainer answer, Mr Hartright. What hour is the clock to strike?'
‘Nine, tomorrow morning.'
‘Nine, tomorrow morning? Yes, yes -- your trap is laid for me before I can get my passport regulated and leave London. It is not earlier, I suppose? We will see about that presently -- I can keep you hostage here, and bargain with you to send for your letter before I let you go. In the meantime, be so good next as to mention your terms.'
‘You shall hear them. They are simple, and soon stated. You know whose interests I represent in coming here?'
He smiled with the most supreme composure, and carelessly waved his right hand.
‘I consent to hazard a guess,' he said jeeringly. ‘A lady's interests, of course!'
‘My Wife's interests.'
He looked at me with the first honest expression that had crossed his face in my presence -- an expression of blank amazement. I could see that I sank in his estimation as a dangerous man from that moment. He shut up the drawer at once, folded his arms over his breast, and listened to me with a smile of satirical attention.
‘You are well enough aware,' I went on, ‘of the course which my inquiries have taken for many months past, to know that any attempted denial of plain facts will be quite useless in my presence. You are guilty of an infamous conspiracy I And the gain of a fortune of ten thousand pounds was your motive for it.'
He said nothing. But his face became overclouded suddenly by a lowering anxiety.
‘Keep your gain,' I said. (His face lightened again immediately, and his eyes opened on me in wider and wider astonishment.) ‘I am not here to disgrace myself by bargaining for money which has passed through your hands, and which has been the price of a vile crime.'
