And here I am, safe and sound, in spite of you; and the
tables are turned, and you are in my power now. Out of this house you
never stir except to go to prison."
"Mollie! Mollie! Mollie!" Mr. Carl Walraven cried in desperation, "for
the Lord's sake, what do you mean? What has Doctor Oleander done?"
"Carried me off, I tell you--forcibly abducted me. Held me a prisoner
for the last two weeks in a desolate old farmhouse over on Long
Island. Look at him. Was ever guilt more plainly written on human face?
Let him deny it if he can--or you, madame, his accomplice, either."
"I do deny it," Mme. Blanche exclaimed, boldly. "Mollie Dane, you are
mad."
"You will find to your cost there is method in my madness, Mrs.
Walraven. What say you, Doctor Oleander? Have you the hardihood to
face me with a deliberate lie, too?"
Dr. Oleander was not deficient in a certain dog-like courage and daring.
He saw his position in a moment--saw that denial would be utterly
useless. His own mother would prove against him it if came to law.
There was but one avenue of escape for him--he saw it like a flash of
light.
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