He heard each word. His eyes became glassy and his jaw dropped. For all the world he was like an evil child who hears the truth about itself, and all the power was wiped out of his face as chalk marks are wiped off a blackboard. He got up abruptly, and left the room by the curtained door. He was away for ten minutes. When he returned he was his old self, but with an addition--he had been drinking back his devilishness. There was a strong odour of brandy as he entered. His eyes were full and liquid, and he was amazingly vital. I knew that I could hurt him no longer. He wore impenetrable armour. He sat down and lit a cigarette. He smiled with an evil good-humour. It was his hour now. "Well, we've got acquainted at last," he began in an easy conversational tone. "You've been excessively clever in hunting me down, and your powers of insult are exceptional. I admit again that you have smoked me out here, but as to putting an end to my activities, that's a very different story. Your people can't get at me once I'm out of this snug retreat, and they can't force an entry here until I'm gone. So much as between the Commissioner of Police and the Pirate. You've had your say and I've had mine." "Then there is nothing more to be said." "Excuse me, as man to man, there's a good deal. I purchased an evening paper on the afternoon of the evening when I was attacked by your hired bully." At last the conversation was growing interesting. "With stolen money?" I asked impudently. But it fell dead flat. I don't think he even heard me. "The paper made public some news that I had already gathered from another source. The news of your engagement, Sir John Custance." We stared at each other in dead silence for half a minute. "To Miss Constance Shepherd," he went on. I said nothing. "... Who at this moment is not twenty yards away from you, and who will fly with me to-night to where all your police boats will never find us." "By force." "Well, up to the present I admit that I have had to take the law into my own hands. I am a man who believes in getting what he wants. Your arrival, the fact that you're my guest for a short time, has given my thoughts quite a new direction." I saw that there was a deep and sinister meaning in what he said, but not an inkling of the abominable truth came to me. He understood that from my face, and he laughed out loud. "Oh, this is going to be enormously refreshing!" he cried. "This is going to make everything worth while!" My heart turned to stone as I watched that unholy merriment. When he had finished laughing, he said: "Miss Shepherd does not know as yet that I have the honour of entertaining you. I am about to inform her. And then, if she wishes it, as no doubt she will, you must really meet. Journeys end in lovers' meetings, they say." He was about to add something when there was a knock at the door. Mr. Vargus came in.