"Oh, Greg——"
He put up his hand.
"Stop where you are," he said. "Not a word from you. You let that sneak into the house last night. You're responsible for the whole miserable tragedy."
"But you will not expose me—you will not tell them?"
"No, I'll say nothing about it—in case you take the next train."
"You despise me! I see it in your face!"
"You're right, I do. I despise you most thoroughly, and I pray it may never be my misfortune to see your face again."
"Oh, that girl—that wretched black-eyed——"
"And you may stop there," interrupted Carker. "You refer to Juanita. I'm going to marry her."
"I suppose you are. I'd like to strangle her!"