"Margie, Margie Harrison!" he exclaimed, "what is this person's name?"
"Archer Trevlyn, sir," answered the girl, amazed at the strange behavior of the two men.
"Just as I thought! Hubert's son!"
"Yes," said Arch, speaking with painful calmness, "I am Hubert's son; the son of the man your wicked cruelty murdered."
Mr. Trevlyn seized his cane and rushed upon his grandson; but Margie sprang forward and threw her arm across the breast of Arch.
"Strike him, if you dare!" she said, "but you shall strike a woman!"
Mr. Trevlyn looked at her, and the weapon dropped to the floor.
"Margaret Harrison," he said, sternly, "leave this room. This is no place for you. Obey me!"
"I am subject to no man's authority," she said, boldly; "and I will not leave the room. You shall not insult a gentleman to whom I owe my life, and who is here as my invited guest!"
"I shall defend myself! There is murder in that fellow's eye, if I ever saw it in that of any human being!"