“Hate her,” said Crisp, “don’t I hate her, the sneak that she is? Hain’t I got reason to hate her for setting the trap that she set for me, that night? Who but a devil like her would have got me in such a place? She laid the plot to get me to come there, and then got some one to shoot me like a dog. But I’ll have revenge.”
“Yes, yes, we’ll beat her yet, if we follow her to her grave, you remember that. I’d like to be a mouse and see how she looks when she comes back to that rich man of hers, and he tells her what she used to be before he married her. I’ll fix it so that he’ll never give her a home if she does come back.”
“Oh, he’ll never want her to come back after I have told him my story, too,” said Crisp.
“Well, well, old Meg will make sure. I’ll set the trap this time and if anybody gets shot it’ll be her. Zula’s got her pay for her deviltry and Rene shall get hers. I never could see how Zu got away so sleek. I believe she was a witch, anyway, but she’s dead and died crazy, 303 so Rene says, and I am glad of it. She’ll never bother us again.”
“No, that she won’t,” said Crisp, “and if she ain’t dead, she’ll never show her head around here again.”
A knock was heard at the door.
“Come in,” said Crisp, in a loud voice.
Scott Wilmer and Mr. Le Moyne entered.
“This is a friend of mine,” said Scott. “I invited him to come in with me as I was passing.”
“Take some chairs,” said Meg, still keeping her seat and smoking vigorously.