“I didn't do it! I didn't do it!” cried the man. “I swear I didn't do it. I was going to throw the glass away but he grabbed it from me, and—”
“I arrest you on a charge of bigamy,” went on the calm voice of Colonel Ashley. And then, as he saw Mazi stagger as though about to fall, he added:
“All right, Jack. I'll take care of her. You put the bracelets on him. And see that they're good and tight. We don't want him slipping out and getting married again. He doesn't have much regard for bonds of any sort, matrimonial or legal.”
And then he lifted poor, little Mazi up and carried her into the cottage, while Morocco Kate got slowly to her feet and sat down on the bench in the darkest shadows, sobbing.
CHAPTER XXIV. STILL WATERS
“The records show that Henri Margot, alias Jean Carnot alias Jean Forette was married to Isabel Pelubit in Paris on March 17, four years ago, and that she died under suspicious circumstances three months later, leaving her husband all of a snug little fortune she possessed.
“All lies, monsieur—all lies! I do not believe anything you tell me!”
“Well, that's very foolish of you, Mazi, for you can easily prove for yourself everything I tell you, and it will be better for you, in the end, if you do believe.”
“I do not. But go on with—more lies!” She shrugged her shoulders contemptuously.