“No.”
“I did not know but she had confided her own family history to you.”
“I did not seek to win the lady’s confidence; as a matter of fact, I desired her to return home.”
“How good of you, my dear Monsieur Kidd,” sneered the Frenchman.
“Pierre, you will not feel offended if I tell you something unpleasant?”
“No.”
“I believe your wife has become insane.”
“Then you drove her to it!”
Pierre whipped out a revolver and fired pointblank at the destroyer of his home. With a groan, Dick Kidd tumbled out of his chair to the floor.