"I do," said Rebb doggedly. "I swear to it."
"I dare say; but you have yet to prove your accusation. I am quite willing to allow Mavis to be arrested." Gerald stepped aside. "Go and fetch the police, Rebb. They will be here soon."
"Here!" Rebb started and turned a shade paler.
"I left instructions at the police station before coming here that Inspector Morgan was to come with two men. When they arrive you can give Mavis in charge and then we can submit your accusation of insanity to a couple of doctors, and your charge of murder to a jury."
"Then," cried Mrs. Crosbie viciously, "Michael will get back his money."
"I think not," replied Gerald coldly. "I take charge of that."
By this time the courage was oozing out of Rebb, who had not expected the young man to take up such an attitude. "Cannot we arrange this matter quietly?" he asked, trying to appear composed.
"No," said the other quietly. "The offer you made me in yonder room does not suit me."
"An offer?" said Mrs. Berch, in her deep voice.
"I offered to let Haskins marry Mavis and take her to America, if he--or rather she--surrendered half the income."