"I don't know. We have no money."
"I have plenty. I've arranged all that, and if there's a row, my dear friend Malton will have to bear it. But now, Kitty, I've told you all, you must come with me. We can live a delightful life in South America. I know it well, and some of the places are Paradises. Come, say you'll come to-night."
He put his arms round her, and pressed a kiss on her lips. She shuddered at the impure caress, then pushing him away, arose to her feet.
"Don't touch me," she said harshly, "you--you thief!"
In a moment Fenton was on his feet, with an apprehensive look on his face.
"Thief! thief!" he cried fiercely; "what do you mean?"
"Mean," she said, turning on him like a tiger, "that I know now who stole my diamonds, Mr. Hiram Fenton."
"Do you accuse me?" he asked, with a pale face, gripping her wrist.
"Yes, I do," said Kitty, wrenching her wrist away, "and I've got a proof--this broken sleeve-link, dropped by you in my room on the night of the robbery."
"It's a lie!"