Eustace smiled as he saw she was trying all her arts to make him reveal what he was determined to conceal. "I tell you I don't know," he said quietly. "Now that you have learnt that I sheltered the man, I don't mind admitting that he was here. But he has gone away, and has left no address." "What frightened him away from this hiding-place?" "You had better ask Darrel, who told you where to find him." "Darrel?" Fan seemed genuinely surprised. "He never told me." "Then who did?" asked Eustace, bluntly. Fan thought for a moment, then looked up with a winning smile. "I'll tell you that if you'll answer me a question." "What is the question?" "Why have you placarded London from end to end with those posters?" CHAPTER XVI WHAT MILDRED KNEW Eustace looked at her much surprised. "If you don't know of those things, I don't," he said. "Do you mean to say you didn't get them out?" "Certainly. I saw one, and was very much surprised." "Do you know what the Scarlet Bat means?" she asked. "Perhaps I do," he said, enigmatically. "And the name Tamaroo?" "Oh, it's a name, is it!" said Jarman. "Thank you for the information, Mrs. Anchor." "Don't call me by that name," said Fan, frowning. "Why not? You were married to the man, and the name Tamaroo was the last word he said to me." The woman changed colour. "What did he mean?" she asked softly. "You can explain that best," answered Eustace. "See here, Mrs. Anchor, or Miss Berry, or whatever you choose to call yourself, I want to know what your game is." "There is no game," she insisted. "Yes there is, else you would not have put Starth and Lancaster against one another, nor would you come down to see me and ask questions. There's some scheme in your mind, and in the mind of your so-called uncle--" "He _is_ my uncle!" she flashed out, tapping her foot. "Bah! Do you think I believe that? Accomplice, if you like." Fan started to her feet like a small fury. "You dare to insult me, do you?" she said. "Better take care, you low-down cad!" "Ah!" said Eustace, calmly, "now the mask is being dropped." With an effort she controlled herself, seeing she had gone too far. "It's enough to make a woman angry," she said panting, "to be talked to in that way. I am perfectly honest." "I never called your honesty into question." "Yes, you did, and I'll never forgive you for having done so. I know you are my enemy now. I thought you were a fool." "So I was in San Francisco, but I have learnt sense since. And I am your enemy, Mrs. Anchor, and the enemy of that man Berry." "You'd better not threaten him." "Indeed! Do you think I am afraid of him?" sneered Eustace. "I also have been in the Wild West, and I can handle my weapon as neatly as Berry did--when he shot Starth." "It's a lie--it's a lie! He did not." "Don't lose your temper; you'll gain nothing by it. I am on the side of Frank Lancaster, and I intend to prove his innocence." "You can't," said Mrs. Anchor, with a pale face. "He is guilty."