"
"Yes, I do. He killed her. There is a forged bill in--"
"I know all about that also," said Cuthbert, making a gesture
for her to be silent. "If you hope to stop my marriage with
Miss Saxon by such means, you have wasted your time," he moved
again towards the door. "It is time this interview ended," he
said.
"Why did you seek it then?" she flashed out.
"I did not. Jennings wrote, asking me to call and see you. I
understood that you had something to say to me."
"I have much--though how that detestable man knew I can't
think. But I can disgrace that doll of a girl through her
brother."
"No, you cannot. Basil is perfectly innocent of murder."
"You have to prove that," she sneered, her features quivering
and one white hand clutching the purple drapery, "and you know--
so you say, that Basil is a forger."
"He is a fool. I don't condone his folly, but his sister
shall not suffer on his account. The bill to which Miss
Loach's name was forged is in the possession of Miss Saxon--
in fact I may tell you that Basil himself assured me it had
been destroyed."
"Of course he would say that," scoffed Maraquito, her eyes
flashing, "but the check to which Hale's name is affixed is not
destroyed, and Hale shall proceed on that."
"Hale shall not do so," said Cuthbert resolutely. He did not
wish to betray Hale's confidence, as a confession would entail
the man's loss of the woman he loved. But it was necessary to
stop Maraquito somehow; and Cuthbert attempted to do so in his
next words, which conveyed a distinct threat.
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