“I have more to say,” she continued.
“What is it?”
“At the end of the fortnight you bring me to your house in Harley Street, you introduce me to your friends as Mrs. Tarbot, your lawful wife, you take me into society, and you publish our marriage on the day it takes place in every daily newspaper in London.”
“Come, Clara, this is too much.”
“You promise all this or I——”
“You what?”
“I deal you a blow.”
Tarbot was standing up. He staggered slightly.
“What kind of blow? You are not going to turn traitor?”
“I won’t say what I am going to do. I did what you wished. It is your turn now to fulfil your side of the bargain. If you refuse you will repent it. If you accede to my wishes I will help you to carry out your revenge. Remember, at present you have only committed the crime, but the pleasure which is to follow has not begun. Are you going to deny yourself that for which you blackened your soul?”