She looked at Owen in astonishment. It was the first time she had ever heard him venture a critical word against Harry.
"I think it is your fault," she declared. "You are the one who should see that I have cars and drivers—everything I want."
"But you know the machines have not come from the town house, Miss
Marvin. They will be here tomorrow."
"Well, Owen, it isn't for you to say that what my brother does is an outrage. He does everything for the best."
"Miss Marvin, Harry is lying to you," he said quietly. "He and your chauffeur have formed a plot against you. Your car will not be back this afternoon at all."
She sprang to her feet, furious.
"Owen, be still! How do you dare to say such things?"
Raymond Owen had found his great moment, His enemy had set his own trap and Owen would see that he should not escape easily. The opportunity to break forever the bond of faith and affection between Harry and Pauline had come. His voice rose as he poured out his revelations and denunciations.
Pauline was leaving the room, when he thrust himself before her.
"You must hear me. I know what I say is true. It hurts me as deeply as it will hurt you, but you must hear it. I believe I have discovered —by the merest accident—the cause of all your perils. The plots against you have been arranged at home."