"Oh, my dear sir, I believe you are quite right! Sweet, beautiful Liane was surely your daughter, while as for the other, she never had the ways of a lady, for all her grand bringing up, and she had the same cruel spirit like granny, always wanting to beat any one who displeased her. She slapped my face several times when I was her maid, and maybe you know, sir, that I left her service because I saw her push a man over the cliff one night."
"I have heard it whispered that you fancied something of the kind. My wife said you were crazy," returned Mr. Clarke.
"Crazy—not a bit of it, sir! It was God's holy truth! I can show you the man! He escaped the death she doomed him to, and lives in this very house!" cried Sophie, glad that she could defend herself.
"I should like to see the man!" cried Clarke, who was eager to get all the evidence possible against Roma.
"He will be coming in directly from his school," cried Sophie; and, indeed, at that moment a step was heard in the hall, and the dark, bearded face of the new boarder appeared passing the door.
"Come in!" called Sophie imperatively, and as he obeyed: "Mr. Clarke, this is Carlos Cisneros, the man Miss Roma pushed over the bluff."
Cisneros bowed to the stranger and scowled at the informer.
"Why did you betray my confidence?" he cried threateningly.
"Because I knew you wanted to get your revenge on her, and this man will help you to it."
The two men glared at each other, and Mr. Clarke asked: