"What! I--I worship my husband," she cried, her eyes flashing, her bosom heaving. "I love him better than anything else in all the world. How dare you say that to me!" "Control yourself," he cautioned calmly. "Permit me to say you love the position he has given you. You love the pedestal on which you stand so insecurely. You would rather hear his curse than to see the hand of social ostracism raised against you. Wait! A word from me and not only David Cable, but the whole world would turn against you." "I have committed no crime," she flared back at him, "I have deceived my husband, but I have not dishonoured him. Tell the world everything, if you will." "It would be a luscious tale," he said with an evil laugh. "The world, which is wicked, might forget the fact that Jane is not David's daughter; but David would not forget that she is yours." "What do you mean?" starting from her chair. "I think you understand," he said deliberately. "My God, she is NOT my child!" she cried in horror. "You know she isn't. You know the entire story. You--" "I only know that you brought her to me and that I did you a service. Don't ask me to be brutal and say more." She sank back and glared at him like a helpless, wounded thing, the full force of his threat rushing in upon her. "You--you COULDN'T do THAT," she whispered tremulously. "I could, but I don't see why I should," he said, leaning closer to her shrinking figure. "You know it isn't true," faintly. "I only know that I am trying to save you from calamity." "Oh, what a beast you are!" she cried, springing to her feet. "Go! I defy you! Do and say what you will. Only go!" He rose calmly, a satisfied smile on his face. "I shall, of course, first of all, forbid my son to marry the young woman. It will be necessary for me to explain the reason to Mr. Cable. I am sorry to have distressed you. Really, I had expected quite a different evening, after your invitation. You can't blame me for misunderstanding your motive in asking me to come here when you expected to be utterly alone." His laugh was a sneer. "Poor--poor little Jane!" murmured the harassed woman, clasping her hands over her eyes; then suddenly she cried out: "What a devil you are to barter with your son's happiness!" "I'll not mince matters," he said harshly. "You and I must understand each other. To be perfectly frank, everything rests with you. Call me a beast if you like. As a beast I can destroy you, and I will." "You forget that I can go to my husband and tell him everything. He will hate me, but he will believe me," she said, facing him once more. "The world will believe me," he scoffed. "Not after I tell the world that you tried to blackmail me--that you have demanded fifty thousand dollars." "But I haven't made such a demand." "I can SWEAR that you have," she cried triumphantly. He glared at her for a moment, his past coming up from behind with a rush that left him nothing to stand on.