“If I am, what are you going to do about it?” His eyes were wary, but his color was coming back. He was breathing more easily. “I only heard it to-day. I must know, Lou. It's awfully important.” “What did you hear?” He was watching her closely. “I heard you were married, but that she had left you.” It seemed to him incredible that she had come there to taunt him, she who was responsible for the shipwreck of his marriage. That she could come there and face him, and not expect him to kill her where she stood. He pulled himself together. “It's true enough.” He swore under his breath. “She didn't leave me. She was taken away. And I'll get her back if I--You little fool, I ought to kill you. If you wanted a cheap revenge, you've got it.” “I don't want revenge, Lou.” He caught her by the arm. “Then what brought you here?” “I wanted to be sure Lily Cardew was married.” “Well, she is. What about it?” “That's all.” “That's not all. What about it?” She looked up at him gravely. “Because, if she is, I am going to marry Mr. Cameron tomorrow.” At the sight of his astounded face she went on hastily: “He knows, Lou, and he offered anyhow.” “And what,” he said slowly, “has my wife to do with that?” “I wanted to be fair to him. And I think he is--I think he used to be terribly in love with her.” Quite apart from his increasing fear of Willy Cameron and his Committee, there had been in Akers for some time a latent jealousy of him. In a flash he saw the room at the Saint Elmo, and a cold-eyed man inside the doorway. The humiliation of that scene had never left him, of his own maudlin inadequacy, of hearing from beyond a closed and locked door, the closing of another door behind Lily and the man who had taken her away from him. A mad anger and jealousy made him suddenly reckless. “So,” he said, “he is terribly in love with my wife, and he intends to marry you. That's--interesting. Because, my sweet child, he's got a damn poor chance of marrying you, or anybody.” “Lou!” “Listen,” he said deliberately. “Men who stick their heads into the lion's jaws are apt to lose them. Our young friend Cameron has done that. I'll change the figure. When a man tries to stop a great machine by putting his impudent fingers into the cog wheels, the man's a fool. He may lose his hand, or he may lose his life.” Fortunately for Edith he moved on that speech to the side table, and mixed himself a highball. It gave her a moment to summon her scattered wits, to decide on a plan of action. Her early training on the streets, her recent months of deceit, helped her now. If he had expected any outburst from her it did not come. “If you mean that he is in danger, I don't believe it.” “All right, old girl. I've told you.” But the whiskey restored his equilibrium again. “That is,” he added slowly, “I've warned you. You'd better warn him. He's doing his best to get into trouble.”