"You have no right to say that, sir," she said with spirit.
"No right! Did not you yourself say Tom never acted without orders!"
"But——"
"And furthermore, if this case is not enough, let me tell you that this man here"—I pointed to Murray; for some reason I disliked to call him her father, even in wrath—"set a gang of ruffians to murder a friend of mine in London."
"Do you know that for a fact, sir!" die demanded with her unflinching gravity.
"I do."
Murray rose from his seat behind the table.
"Your proof, sir?" he asked coldly.
"Proof!" I answered weakly. "Why, I was there!"
"Aye, sir," he rejoined with dignity. "But your proof that I hired assassins?"