“I don't believe it.” “Perhaps not; but there is something more. With the murder trial you are no doubt familiar. In fact, I take it for granted that you are familiar with Dalton's case _in all its bearings_,” added Wiggins, in a tone of deep meaning. “In that murder trial, then, you are aware that a Maltese cross was found on the scene of murder, and created much excitement. You know what part it had in the trial. I now inform you that I have proof which can show beyond a doubt that this Maltese cross was the property of your father--Lionel Dudleigh.” “It's a lie--an infernal lie!” said Leon, in a hoarse voice. His excitement had now become terrible. “It's true--all true,” continued Wiggins. “It can all be proved by a witness that can not be impeached. Yes, Leon Dudleigh, you yourself would be forced to accept the testimony of that witness.” “What witness?” said Leon, in a voice that was scarcely audible from conflicting emotions. Wiggins looked at him earnestly, and then said, in a low, deep, solemn voice, “Leon Dudleigh, that witness is _your mother!_” The other started as though he had been shot. “My mother!” he almost screamed--“my mother! why, she--she is dead--dead long ago.” “When did you find that out?” said Wiggins. “She's dead! she's dead!” repeated Leon, as though by assertion he could make it true. “She is not dead,” said Wiggins, in an awful voice, “though all these years she has lived a living death. She is not dead. She is alive, and she now stands ready, when the hour comes, though with an agonized heart, to give that testimony which, years ago, she dared not and could not give. She has allowed the innocent to suffer, and the guilty to go free, but now she will do so no longer. The work upon which I have been engaged is almost complete. The preparations are made, and this very day I am going to Liverpool to perform the last acts that are necessary toward vindicating the memory of Dalton, establishing his innocence, and punishing the guilty. As for you, you can do nothing here, and I have resolved to punish you for what you have done. I shall show you no mercy. If you want to save yourself, leave the country, for otherwise I swear you will never be safe from my vengeance.” “Vengeance!” said Leon, in low, menacing tones. “Dotard! do _you_ talk of vengeance? You do not understand the meaning of that word. Wait till you see what I can do.” And with these words he left the room. That evening Wiggins left for Liverpool. * * * * * CHAPTER XXXIII. THE HUSBAND'S LAST APPEAL. Early on the following day Edith received a request from Leon for another interview. This request was acceptable in every way, for the last interview had been no more satisfactory to her than to him, and she could not help hoping that something more definite might result from a new one. She therefore went down, and found him already in the room.