He was there at last, flinging across the courtyard like a madman. Peter was already there; his footprints were fresh in the slush of the path. The house door was closed but not locked. McLean ran up the stairs. It was barely twilight outside, but the staircase well was dark. At the upper landing he was compelled to fumble for the bell. Peter admitted him. The corridor was unlighted, but from the salon came a glow of lamplight. McLean, out of breath and furious, faced Peter. “I want to see Harmony,” he said without preface. Peter eyed him. He knew what had happened, had expected it when the bell rang, had anticipated it when Harmony told him of Mrs. Boyer's visit. In the second between the peal of the bell and his opening the door he had decided what to do. “Come in.” McLean stepped inside. He was smaller than Peter, not so much shorter as slenderer. Even Peter winced before the look in his eyes. “Where is she?” “In the kitchen, I think. Come into the salon.” McLean flung off his coat. Peter closed the door behind him and stood just inside. He had his pipe as usual. “I came to see her, not you, Byrne.” “So I gather. I'll let you see her, of course, but don't you want to see me first?” “I want to take her away from here.” “Why? Are you better able to care for her than I am?” McLean stood rigid. He had thrust his clenched hands into his pockets. “You're a scoundrel, Byrne,” he said steadily. “Why didn't you tell me this this afternoon?” “Because I knew if I did you'd do just what you are doing.” “Are you going to keep her here?” Peter changed color at the thrust, but he kept himself in hand. “I'm not keeping her here,” he said patiently. “I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances.” “Then your best is pretty bad.” “Perhaps. If you would try to remember the circumstances, McLean,--that the girl has no place else to go, practically no money, and that I--” “I remember one circumstance, that you are living here alone with her and that you're crazy in love with her.” “That has nothing to do with you. As long as I treat her--” “Bah!” “Will you be good enough to let me finish what I am trying to say? She's safe with me. When I say that I mean it. She will not go away from here with you or with any one else if I can prevent it. And if you care enough about her to try to keep her happy you'll not let her know you have been here. I've got a woman coming to take Anna's place. That ought to satisfy you.” “Dr. Jennings?” “Yes.” “She'll not come. Mrs. Boyer has been talking to her. Inside of an hour the whole club will have it--every American in Vienna will know about it in a day or so. I tell you, Byrne, you're doing an awful thing.”