It was the old threat that had formerly reduced Mr. Dombrain to silence; but now it appeared to have lost its power, for the ex-convict leaned back in his chair and laughed insolently.
"People who live in glass houses should not throw stones."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I say."
"You seem to have been at your private whiskey-bottle," said Mrs. Belswin, rising impatiently; "but as I am not in the mood to listen to your drunken ravings I will go."
"Oh, no, you won't. Of course you can if you like; but you had better hear what I have to say."
"I will give you five minutes," replied Mrs. Belswin, resuming her seat, "no more."
"That will be enough. Now, just listen to me. Mr. Oates has called, and informed me of your attempt to blackmail him. You have got one hundred pounds, and he says he will not give you any more."
"That is a question that has nothing to do with you, sir."
"Oh, yes, it has," retorted Dombrain, coolly. "He asked me to stop you from calling on him again, and I intend to do so."