"You have some scheme in your head, and I wish to know it. You are no true Anarchist; you don't care two pins about the cause."
Mallow reflected. The man might be trying to trap him into some incautious speech, duly to be reported to Mrs. Arne. Trall guessed the cause of his hesitation and laughed.
"You may as well tell me," he said; "I know so much about you, that I may as well know the rest."
"What do you mean, Trall?"
"That letter of Clara's. She reported to me all that passed between you and Mrs. Carson. You are bent on dissolving that marriage and getting back the money."
"Well, suppose I am. I can do that and still be true to the cause."
"No, you can't, Mr. Mallow. Carson was married to Miss Bellairs to get that money for the cause."
"Then the husband of Miss Bellairs is not really Carson."
"No, he is not. He is a tool in the hands of this infernal Drabble, as I am."
"What is this man's name--his real name?" asked Mallow.