“Again?” almost yelled Mark.
“Yes, sir, again. We have spoken over the matter together, and he agrees that the police ought to be seen, and that you must make this friend give up what he has taken.”
“You’ll drive me mad, Janet. Hendon thinks this?”
“Yes; and we are going to do it at once, for the sake of you and Rich.”
“You shall not stir!” cried Mark fiercely.
“Why not?” interposed Rich, taking his hand. “I think with my brother and Janet now, much as I dislike these investigations.”
“You think so—you?” cried Mark wildly.
“Yes. Why not?” said Rich. “Mark dear, why should you flinch from speaking out? You have no unworthy motive.”
“Unworthy motive? No,” he said bitterly, “I give up everything to spare another.”
“Then you shall not,” said Janet firmly. “Your duty is to Richmond here; your promised wife.”