His sudden excitement astonished me. Had I touched him on a sore spot? I continued:

“Of course. If you had not left them alone, they might have been able to face the danger, or, at least, made their escape with full pockets.”

“What do you mean?” he said, indignantly. “I suppose you have an idea that my soul should be filled with remorse?”

“Call it remorse or regrets⁠—anything you like⁠—”

“They are not worth it.”

“Have you no regrets or remorse for having stolen their fortune?”

“What fortune?”

“The packages of bonds you took from their safe.”