without a tremor in his voice,—with the calmness of being utterly without stay or help.
"Yes, I suppose I know," he said. "You came to me for it before. What are you going to do with it?"
"Smash it to h——," said one, concisely, "an' thee too."
It was not a pleasant thing to hear by the half light of a lantern in a place so deadly still. Murdoch felt the little chill again, but he remembered that after all he had one slender chance if he could make them listen.
"You are making a blunder," he began.
Reddy stopped him by addressing his comrades.
"What art tha stondin' hearkenin' to him fur?" he demanded. "Smack him i' th' mouth an' stop him."
Murdoch gave a lurch forward which it gave his captor some trouble to restrain. He turned dangerously white and his eye blazed.
"If you do, you devil," he panted, "I'll murder you."
"Wheer is th' thing we coom fur?" said the first man. And then he caught sight of the package, which had fallen upon the floor.
"Happen it's i' theer," he suggested. "Oppen it, chaps."
Then all at once Murdoch's calmness was gone. He shook in their grasp.
"For God's sake!" he cried, "don't touch it! Don't do it a harm! It's a mistake. It has nothing to do with your trade. It would be no hurt to you if it were known to the whole world. For God's sake, believe me!"
"We've heerd a different mak' o' tale fro' that," said Reddy, laughing.
"It's a lie—a lie! Who told it!"
