"She won't. She shall marry me. It is about that matter I have come to see you, Mr. Lemby."
"Oh, have you? And do you think that I am going to be spied upon and followed and worried and chased? Well, you are mistaken. Clear out, and mind your own dashed business."
Lemby was on the point of losing his temper, according to his usual fashion; but Craver did not mind. The hotter Lemby got the cooler was the young man, and the more composed was his speech. "I have come to see after your business, Mr. Lemby," he said, significantly.
"I shan't allow you to meddle with that," snapped the angry pirate.
"It is better that I should meddle with it than that the police----"
"Here"--Lemby jumped up in a violent hurry--"drop it! You are going too far, Craver. What the deuce have the police to do with me?"
"This much. They want to know exactly what took place at Maranatha while you were in the house."
Lemby winced but still kept up his defiance. "I told all that I knew at the inquest," he blustered, "and Sergeant Purse was quite satisfied."
"Ah, so you think," hinted Craver, bluffing boldly; "but he may have his suspicious of you. If he takes action----"
"Takes action." Lemby rose up, and sat down with a positive look of terror on his face. "I don't know what you mean," he ended, doggedly.