"There was ample necessity for prompt action," replied Etwald, with some dryness, "as neither David nor I wished to be arrested. But now you can understand how it was that David refused to reply to your questions and agreed to defend me." "I understand. He said, poor lad, that I would approve of his reasons when I knew them, and now that you have explained his motives I quite agree with his saying. To protect that poor girl, to save you from suffering for a crime which you did not commit, he could have acted in no other fashion. Still, I wish both of you had been more open with me." "I am afraid that would have been impossible, major," said Etwald, rising. "You were so distracted over the death of Maurice, and so unjust in your hatred of me, that it would have been dangerous to trust you." "Am I unjust in my hatred of you?" demanded Jen, getting on his feet. "I think not. Dr. Etwald. Your desire to marry Isabella, or rather her fortune, has been the cause of all these ills. Dido was only your instrument, whom you compelled to work by means of the Voodoo stone. That she betrayed you in the end was your punishment. I do not blame her so much as I do you. You alone are responsible for the death of those two poor lads of mine." "Well, have it your own way," said Etwald, carelessly. "I am a scoundrel in your eyes, I dare say; but if you will permit me to see you to-morrow at eleven o'clock I shall be able to prove that this particular devil--meaning myself, major--is not quite so black as you have painted him." "I never want to set eyes on you again," said Jen, bluntly. "Nor will you--after midday to-morrow. But you will regret if you do not grant me this interview." "What do you wish to say?" "I'll tell you to-morrow." "Can't you say it now?" "No, Major Jen, I can't, and I shan't," retorted Etwald, tartly. "If you are wise you will arrange to let me come here to-morrow at eleven, and meet Mrs. Dallas and her daughter." "Both of them will refuse to meet you. You saw Mrs. Dallas to-day, how she behaved." "Like the fool she is," said the doctor, putting on his hat. "Well, I am going. Will you see me to-morrow morning?" "Yes. I don't know what possible things you can find to say to me after this interview; but, as you make such a point of it, I'll see you." "And ask Mrs. Dallas and her daughter to be present?" "Yes. I'll try and get them to come." "Very good." Etwald walked toward the door, but there, struck by a sudden thought, he looked back. "Of course you will not tell Isabella that she killed Mr. Alymer?" he said, hurriedly. "Not at present," said Jen, after a moment's thought. "But, later on, I shall, in order to clear the memory of David." "And condemn the poor girl to eternal misery," said Etwald. "Well, I do not agree with you. But, at least, keep silent until after our interview to-morrow." "Yes. I promise you I'll say nothing." "Thank you, major. Good-by for the present."