"
"Be so good as to move away from that door," said Mr. Sheldon, livid to
the lips with smothered fury, but able to put on a bold front
nevertheless. "I didn't come here to listen to rhodomontade of this kind,
or to bandy words with you. Get out of my way."
"Not till I've said my say. There shall be no rhodomontade this time. I
stood by and saw my best friend murdered--by you. I kept my counsel for
your sake, and when you had made your fortune--by his death--I asked you
for a little money. You know how much you gave me, and how graciously you
gave it. If you had given me twenty times the sum you gained by Tom
Halliday's death, I would give it back, and twenty times as much again,
to bring him back to life, and to feel that I had never aided and abetted
a murderer. Yes, by God, I would! though I'm not straitlaced or
over-scrupulous at the best of times. But that's past, and all the money
in the Bank of England wouldn't undo what you did in Fitzgeorge Street.
But if you try on any such tricks with Tom Halliday's daughter, if
_that's_ the scheme you've hatched for getting hold of this money, as
surely as we two live, I'll let in the light upon your doings, and save
the girl whose father you murdered. I will, Philip, let come what may.
You can't get _me_ out of the way when it suits you, you see. _I know
you._ That's the best antidote against your medicines.
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