"Can you tell me where she lives?"
"No, I can't; and what's more, you'd better clear. She was ruined by one of you cursed—"
"Stay, Jones, I understand you. I don't come here as one of those vile cattle who hang round stage doors. I want to offer help and sympathy."
"Then you can go away, for she don't want either," said Jones, pointing to the door.
"My good fellow, I see you are a friend of hers, and I am glad to find she has one so good and true."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Can I trust you, Jones?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Then listen. The same man who ruined that girl, and killed her mother, killed also the girl I loved, the girl I had been engaged to for years. And I now look for my revenge."
"But what has she to do with it?" asked he, in a softer voice.