"You care nothing for justice, father. All you wish is to use this accusation to force Douglas to give up Aunt Lucy's money." "You are very impertinent, but you speak truly enough. My main desire is to get that money, and unless Montrose surrenders it he shall hang." "You will have to catch him first," said the girl coldly, but said no more. For her father was behaving so wickedly in her opinion that she found it difficult to speak to him with any degree of civility. Enistor peered at her from under his strongly marked eyebrows and scowled in a menacing manner. It occurred to him that she might have gone to see Montrose during the afternoon, in which event she would assuredly not seek him after dark, and therefore he would not be able to follow her to the hiding-place. "Where have you been these last few hours?" he asked acidly. "I went to see Rose Penwin, who is ill," said Alice quietly. Enistor, bearing in mind what Narvaez had stated, started violently. "What did she tell you?" "Nothing! What is there she could tell?" "One never knows what a silly girl like that will say," retorted the Squire, reassured that the secret of the murder was safe. "What else have you done?" "I saw Dame Trevel and learned that Job had not yet returned. Then, as I was told how Julian had recovered from his cataleptic trance, I called on him!" "You must have gone to his lodgings immediately after I left," said Enistor quickly. "Well, don't you think his recovery is wonderful?" "Yes! Mr. Sparrow said the doctor was sure Julian was dead, so it is little less than a miracle that he is alive and well. But----" Alice hesitated, and looked highly perplexed. "But what?" "Julian is different from what he was." "In a way I admit that, Alice. He has more strength. It is a wonderful recovery, and I expect the case will be reported in _The Lancet_." "I don't mean that exactly," replied the girl reluctantly; "but somehow Julian is quite different. I liked him very much, as he was always so good and kind," she hesitated again, then ended abruptly: "I don't like him now." "Rather whimsical, don't you think?" said her father tartly, and wondering if the girl's intuition had informed her of the marvellous truth. "I suppose it is," said his daughter wearily; "but whatever may be the reason Julian's illness has changed him into something different. I used to be so happy when with him, but now I shudder in his presence. He has the same terrifying effect on me that Don Pablo used to have." "You are talking nonsense," said the Squire roughly. "I know I am. An illness could not change any one into other than he was. I can't help my impression all the same. Julian was good, now he is evil. I never wish to see him again." "That is a pity," said the man slowly, "for now that Narvaez is dead and Montrose has proved himself to be unworthy of your hand, I wish you to marry Julian Hardwick." Alice started to her feet. "Never! Never! Never!" she cried vehemently.