"I presume so."
"Don't see him."
Marson raised his head quickly, and flashed a keen glance at her eager face.
"I beg your pardon, Judith?"
"Don't see him."
"I must."
Judith drummed with her fingers on the table, an anxious look appeared in her splendid eyes, and she frowned angrily. Marson saw all the signs of a coming storm, and waited. He had not long to wait.
"That man is a scoundrel," burst out Judith, in sombre fury; "he is coming here to tell you a lot of lies."
"How do you know?"
"I'm certain of it. He was a great friend of Sebastian Melstane's—a treacherous, cowardly friend, who played the traitor to his friendship."