"No, no said Bocaros. I am sure Miss Mason has nothing to do with the matter. But Calvert----"
"If he is guilty hang him."
"But I thought----"
"You thought wrongly. I detest the man. I do not want him to marry my sister. Professor, do what you like about the man. I will tell all to the police I have told you if----"
"I do not wish to speak to the police," said Bocaros, shivering.
"Then hold your tongue and leave the matter in my hands. I will avenge you. I will be able to deal with the matter. Leave it to me."
Bocaros looked at her steadily. "Madame," he said, bowing, "I leave it to you. Calvert is in your hands."
"He shall never marry my sister," said Mrs. Fane feverishly. "Never."