"How dare you distress my mother so with your shocking hints and suspicions?" she cried, violently. "Get out of here at once, you old wretch, or I will call Jones to throw you out into the street!"
"As your mother did poor Kathleen," he sneered.
"And served her right," she hissed. Then she rang the bell violently. When Jones appeared, she said: "Take this old beggar and throw him into the street! If you ever admit him again, you will be discharged."
Uncle Ben moved toward the door with Jones, but, looking back, asked, pleadingly:
"Will you not pay your brother's debt?"
"Never! Now go!" she stormed, and the rich curtains fell behind the bent retreating form; but from the hall a strange, exultant laugh came back to them, and Mrs. Carew shuddered.
"Heavens! how horribly that laugh sounded like my husband's laugh!"