"It is not improbable; but, as I said, life has no charms for me." "You don't think of my sufferings," said Hilliston bitterly, rising to his feet. "Did you think of mine during all these lonely years?" she retorted, with a sneer. "I shall punish you, as you punished me. There is such a thing as justice in this world." "Well, I warn you that I shall protect myself." "That is your lookout. But I will show you this mercy, as I said before. That nothing will be told by me of your connection with this affair. As to myself, I will act as I think best." "You will tell him who you are?" "Yes; I will tell him my real name." "Then I am lost!" "Surely not," she rejoined scornfully. "Francis Hilliston is old enough in villainy and experience to protect himself against a mere boy." "It is not Claude I fear, but his friend, Spenser Tait. He is the dangerous person. But enough of this," added Hilliston, striking the table imperiously. "I forbid you to indulge in these follies. You know I have a means whereby to compel your obedience." "It is your possession of that means that has turned me against you," she retorted dauntlessly. "If you give me back my----" "Margaret! Not a word more! Let things remain as they are." "I have said what I intend to do." Hilliston ground his teeth. He knew that nothing he could say or do would shake the determination of this woman. He had already experienced her resolute will, and not even the means of which he spoke would shake her immovability. There was nothing more but to retire and protect himself as best he could. At all events, she promised to remain neutral so far as he was concerned. That was something gained. Before leaving the house, however, he made one final effort to force her to his will. "I will not give you any more money." "I don't care, Francis. This cottage and its contents are settled on me. A sale of this furniture will produce sufficient money to last my life. I can't live long now." "I will deny all your statements." "Do so!" "I will have you declared insane and shut up in an asylum." Mrs. Bezel laughed scornfully, and pointed toward the door. "If that is all you have to say you had better go," she said jeeringly. "You know well enough that you cannot harm me without jeopardizing your own position." They looked at one another fiercely, each trying to outstare the other. Hilliston's eyes were the first to fall, and he hastily turned toward the door. "So be it," he said, with his hand on the knob; "you want war. You shall have it. See Claude, tell him all. I can defend myself." On leaving the house a few minutes later, he paused irresolutely by the gate and looked back. "If I could only find the paper," he muttered, "she could do nothing. As it is----" He made a gesture of despair and plunged into the darkness. CHAPTER X. A FEW FACTS CONNECTED WITH THE CASE.