"She mustn't do that," muttered Rebb, still walking and becoming much agitated, for he was beginning to realize his danger.
"She will, now that her husband can no longer terrorize her. You are in a very awkward position. My advice to you--if you are really as innocent as you pretend to be--is to search out Mavis and hand over her income. After all, by the will, you need not account for what you have spent up to date, and you have had a long run for your money."
"You say that, because you want the income yourself."
"I could do with it, and when I marry Mavis I shall certainly insist upon justice being done to her. I would take her without a penny, as you well know, but I am not such a fool as to refuse six thousand a year along with a pretty, clever wife."
"Well then, find Mavis, and we shall see," cried Rebb, quite out of temper, and throwing himself into a chair.
"For you to accuse her when she is found? No, thank you. First I want to prove her innocence."
"You will find that difficult."
"Not with your help, Major."
Rebb grew violent. "Damn you. I say that I believe the girl may be innocent, and surely I have exonerated myself."
"I may think so, but the public----"