I followed the servant, while Simon kept fast hold on Kaffar. The man knocked at the door, while I stood close behind him, and the moment he opened the door I entered the room. Never shall I forget the sight. Evidently Voltaire had been claiming the fulfilment of her promise, for he was earnestly speaking when I entered, while Miss Forrest, pale as death, sat by an elderly lady, who I concluded to be her aunt. Miss Staggles also sat near, as grim and taciturn as ever. "It is nearly twelve o'clock," I heard Voltaire say, "and he's not here. He dare not come; how dare he? He has left the country, and will never return again." "But I am here," I said distinctly. They all turned as I spoke, and Miss Forrest gave a scream. I had been travelling incessantly for forty hours, so I am afraid I did not present a very pleasant appearance. No doubt I was travel-stained and dusty enough. "Who are you?" demanded Voltaire. "You know well enough who I am," I said. "Begone!" he cried; "this is no place for murderers." "No," I said, "it is not." No sooner had Miss Forrest realized who I was, than she rushed to my side. "Oh, are you safe--are you safe?" she said huskily. I looked at her face, and it was deathly pale, while her eyes told me she had passed sleepless nights. "No, he's not safe," said Voltaire, "and he shall pay for this with his life." "Is it manly," I said to him, "to persecute a lady thus? Can't you see how she scorns you, hates you, loathes you? Will you insist on her abiding by a promise which was made in excitement to save an innocent man?" "Innocent!" he sneered, and I noticed a look of victory still in his glittering eye. "Innocent! Yes, as innocent as Nero or Robespierre; but you shall not come here to pollute the air by your presence. Begone! before I forget myself, and send for the police to lock you up. Ah, I long for vengeance on the man who murdered my dear friend." "Then you will not release Miss Forrest?" "Never!" "Then I shall make you." "You make me?" he cried savagely. Meanwhile Miss Forrest had clung tremblingly to my arm; Miss Forrest's aunt had looked fearfully, first at Voltaire, then at me; while Miss Staggles had been mumbling something about showing me out of doors. "Yes," I said; "I shall make you." "You cannot," he jeered. "I have it in my power now to lodge you safe in a felon's gaol, and bring you to a hangman's noose." "Ay, and I would too," cried Miss Staggles. "You are too kind, too forbearing, Mr. Voltaire." "Oh, leave me," cried Miss Forrest, clinging closer to me; "I will suffer anything rather than you should be--be--" "Ring the bell for a servant," I said; and Miss Forrest's aunt tremblingly touched a button close beside her. The man who had showed me in immediately answered the summons. "Show my friends in," I said. A minute more and Simon entered, carefully leading Kaffar. Voltaire gave a yell like that of a mad dog, while Miss Forrest gave a scream of delight.