“What were you doing with my wife?”
“Giving her a little advice, that’s all.”
“I know better! I know what I saw with my own eyes! I tracked her here! I knew she flung flowers to you last night! I knew she wrote to you this morning!”
“If a lady sees fit to fling flowers to me, I can’t help it. If she writes to me, I can’t prevent that”
“Then you acknowledge it! That is enough! Now I will shoot you!”
“Reginald!” the woman again cried. “Heavens, he will shoot!”
As the man lifted the revolver Frank leaped to one side and sprang forward. In a twinkling he had grasped the weapon. There was a short, sharp struggle, and the young actor leaped away, with the weapon in his hand.
“I think I have stood about enough of this nonsense!” he said, sternly.
The man seemed astounded by the easy manner in which he was disarmed, but he made a motion as if thinking of following Frank up.
“Don’t do it!” advised Merry. “The limit has been reached! I did not seek the acquaintance of your wife, and——”