Juliet should not marry you
if you had all the money in the world. I hated Walter Mallow,
your uncle. He treated me shamefully, and I swore that never
would any child of mine be connected with him. Selina wished
it, and forced me to agree while she was alive. But she is
dead and Lord Caranby is dead, and you can do nothing. I defy
you--I defy you!"
"We may as well conduct this interview reasonably."
"I shall not let you remain here any longer. Go."
She pointed to the door with a dramatic gesture. Cuthbert
took up his hat.
"I shall go if you insist," he said, moving towards the door,
"and I shall return with a policeman."
Mrs. Octagon gave a gasp and went gray. "What do you mean?"
"You know well what I mean. Am I to go?"
"You have nothing against me," she said violently, "stop, if
you will, and tell me the reason of that speech."
"I think you understand what I mean perfectly well," said
Mallow again, and returning to his seat. "I know that your
sister died years ago," Mrs. Octagon gasped, "and that Emilia
feigned to be Selina Loach. And perhaps, Mrs. Octagon, you
will remember how your sister died."
"I didn't touch her," gasped Mrs. Octagon, trembling.
"No, but Emilia Saul did, and you condoned the crime."
"I deny everything! Go and get a policeman if you like."
Cuthbert walked to the door and there turned. "The statement
of Emilia will make pleasant reading in court," he said.
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