“And you recognized me?”
“The portrait was sufficiently like you to induce me to make inquiries, and when I found that Mr. Richard Devine had suddenly returned from a mysterious absence of fourteen years, I set to work in earnest. I have spent a deal of money, Jack, but I've got you!”
“You have been clever in finding me out; I give you credit for that.”
“There is not a single act of your life, John Rex, that I do not know,” she continued, with heat. “I have traced you from the day you stole out of my house until now. I know your continental trips, your journeyings here and there in search of a lost clue. I pieced together the puzzle, as you have done, and I know that, by some foul fortune, you have stolen the secret of a dead man to ruin an innocent and virtuous family.”
“Hullo! hullo!” said John Rex. “Since when have you learnt to talk of virtue?”
“It is well to taunt, but you have got to the end of your tether now, Jack. I have communicated with the woman whose son's fortune you have stolen. I expect to hear from Lady Devine in a day or so.”
“Well—and when you hear?”
“I shall give back the fortune at the price of her silence!”
“Ho! ho! Will you?”
“Yes; and if my husband does not come back and live with me quietly, I shall call the police.”