"Would you know?" she replied, with a scornful, cruel laugh. "Would you know even half the crimes that are scored against you in your native State?"
"You can tell me of none," he replied sullenly, regretting that he had again spoken to this merciless woman, into whose snare he had so unwarily fallen.
"Perhaps you think we have not yet discovered who murdered Mark
Abrams; but, sir, we have."
"Who was it?" indignantly inquired Emile.
"It was-Emile-Le-Grande," she replied slowly, her fierce eye marking every emotion of his face.
"Great Heavens. What an atrocity!"
"Deny it if you dare, I have the proof."
"Prove it, if you can. I dare you to prove it. But I must leave this place. Such nonsense shall not detain me longer. I know that you are mad.-Captain, release me. Do not heed the ravings of that woman any longer."
"I am pledged, sir, on the accusation of this woman, to convey you safely back to the State, and back you must go. I can allow you no opportunity to escape."
"I must see my wife first. I cannot go without it."