“I do not know.”
“Didn’t you see his face?”
“Yes; I got a fair look at it under a street-lamp. It startled me, for it was the most hideous face I have ever seen. It looks as if all the flesh had been burned off it at some time.”
“Then he was not a Yale man?”
“No.”
“Well, I’d like to know what sort of nasty work Defarge and Packard are planning. Defarge! Why, the fellow is sitting over a slumbering volcano! I have told him what would happen. But he cannot take an active part against me if he wishes.”
“I don’t know what he is doing,” said Dade; “but I’m certain that a plot to injure you was concocted in that room last night. More than that, I am certain the blow will be struck at your banquet to-morrow evening. I came here to warn you, so that you may be ready.”
“Thank you, Morgan,” said Frank; “I appreciate it.”
Dade rose to go, but seemed to hesitate.
"If I ever am able to do anything more"—he spoke a trifle huskily—“you may be sure I shall do it. I’m going to try to even up for the past.”