“Men have been killed for less,” I said, cocking the gun.
“And unjustly killed, I might add. Many a gallows has snapped an innocent neck, and even a guilty neck, snapped when there were other necks more guilty than his, might let out a complaint if the ropes were loosed.”
“Oh, there’s plenty of rope, for you and your friends, all things said and done.”
“Oh? and is Mr. Faraday gonna be joining me, dancing on the air? Or is your justice only visited on the poor?”
I lowered my gun.
“What do you know about Mr. Faraday?”
He smiled.
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