'
He stopped, and stood watching Ken keenly.
Ken was in an agony of indecision. So far as he himself was concerned, he
would not have hesitated a moment in refusing the terms offered by Henkel.
But there was his father to think of--and Roy.
His voice was strained and harsh as he spoke again.
'How do you know that my father would agree to any such letter, even if I
was to write it?' he asked.
'Because,' answered Henkel, 'your life will depend upon a favourable
answer.'
Ken paused again.
'Don't do it, Ken,' broke in Roy. 'I don't know your father, but I'm
mighty sure he wouldn't stick for this kind of blackmail.'
Henkel swung round on him in a fury.
'Potztausend! Keep silence, fool! Your own life as well as two others
depends upon Carrington's answer.'
'I wouldn't give sixpence for my life if I had to keep it on terms like
those,' retorted Roy.
'Nor would I,' said Ken sharply. 'And I know my father would say the same.
Whatever happens, he would never consent to letting you blackmail him,
Colonel Henkel.
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