“Mortimer looked at me with a sinister smile.

“‘You are provident!’ he said, briefly. ‘I understand. The one who falls will give no trouble. The grave will await him, and he can enter at once upon his property!’

“‘Yes.’

“‘And this lady?’

“‘That will come afterward,’ I said.

“‘If I kill you—?’

“‘She is your property.’

“‘And if you kill me—?’

“‘She is mine,’ I said.

“The sinister smile again came to the dark features of Mortimer.