"I know nothing of the matter," continued Goritz. "A Christian comes into your Harim and you kill him. If he turns out to be an officer of the law, what is it to me?"
"You will pay me that which you owe," shrieked the Effendi. "The man has broken my furniture."
"It is a pity he didn't break your head. I pay you nothing."
And then to Marishka, "Come, Countess, we must be upon our way."
Marishka stood staring at Goritz, a new horror in her eyes. She now understood. The Effendi thrust himself between them.
"You will pay me that which you owe," he stormed again.
"Stand aside!" said the German, and then to Marishka,
"If the Countess Strahni will be good enough to accompany me?" he said, civilly.
But Marishka stood fixed, staring at him with alien eyes, as the Effendi rushed forward toward her, his arms extended.
"She shall not go. She will see what has been done. He is not the man. She will remain here in my house until——"