"Oh, it's a name, is it!" said Jarman. "Thank you for the information, Mrs. Anchor."
"Don't call me by that name," said Fan, frowning.
"Why not? You were married to the man, and the name Tamaroo was the last word he said to me."
The woman changed colour. "What did he mean?" she asked softly.
"You can explain that best," answered Eustace. "See here, Mrs. Anchor, or Miss Berry, or whatever you choose to call yourself, I want to know what your game is."
"There is no game," she insisted.
"Yes there is, else you would not have put Starth and Lancaster against one another, nor would you come down to see me and ask questions. There's some scheme in your mind, and in the mind of your so-called uncle--"
"He _is_ my uncle!" she flashed out, tapping her foot.
"Bah! Do you think I believe that? Accomplice, if you like."
Fan started to her feet like a small fury. "You dare to insult me, do you?" she said. "Better take care, you low-down cad!"