"
"Go and tell him to come here, then. Go, or I'll--"
The dreadful object made one stride toward the lofty servitor, who
turned and fled toward the library.
But Mr. Walraven had heard loud and angry voices, and at this moment the
door opened and he appeared on the threshold.
"What is this?" he demanded, angrily. "What the deuce do you mean,
Wilson, wrangling in the hall? Not gone yet, Blanche? Good Heaven!
Miriam!"
"Yes, Miriam!" She strode fiercely forward. "Yes, Miriam! Come to demand
revenge! Where is Mollie Dane? You promised to protect her, and see how
you keep your word!"
"In the demon's name, hush!" cried Carl Walraven, savagely. "What you
have to say to me, say to me--not to the whole house. Come in here, you
hag of Satan, and blow out as much as you please! Good Lord! Wasn't I in
trouble enough before, without you coming to drive me mad?"
He caught her by one fleshless arm in a sort of frenzy of desperation,
and swung her into the library. Then he turned to his audience of two
with flashing eyes:
"Wilson, be gone! or I'll break every bone in your body! Mrs.
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