"I am quite willing to do so," said Rebb violently, "you can employ Macandrew or any lawyer you like. The will is in my favor, and I have carried out its provisions."
"Pardon me, but that is just what you have not done. Mavis, by the will, was to be educated. She can neither read nor write."
"The doctor said----"
"Produce your doctor who said that her brain could not understand, or could not bear teaching. It is no use, Major. Whatever you may say about Mavis, to suit your own ends, you are well aware that she is perfectly sane, and that you are keeping her shut up in the Pixy's House to enjoy her money."
"You dare--you dare----"
"I dare now, and I shall dare in open court," retorted the young man.
"I wonder I don't kill you," muttered Rebb, in impotent fury.
"In the first place you can't; in the second, if you did you would only be tried for murder instead of conspiracy."
"Conspiracy? Conspiracy, damn you?"
"Yes, against the liberty of a subject."