"With my work. What do you mean?" Haskins sat up.
"Simply this, that nothing has gone right since you found that infernal cylinder, and pryed into my private affairs." Rebb glared. "If it was the old days of dueling, Haskins. I should call you out."
"I quite believe it. But as dueling days are past you will have to silence me in another way."
"Why should I silence you?"
"Because, Rebb, I know too much. After I left you on that night at the Devon Maid you came here, and----"
"I did not," interrupted Rebb fiercely.
"You came here. Mrs. Geary says so. And I believe from my soul that you killed Bellaria, and put the blame on Mavis to secure her money."
Rebb started to his feet. "You infernal liar!" And he flung his glass at the young man.