"Well—do you know me?" he said quietly.
She struggled for breath and self-control.
"Let those reins alone!—what are you doing here?"
And snatching up her whip, she bent forward. But he made a spring at it, snatched it easily with a laugh, and broke it.
"You know you never were strong enough to get the better of me. Why do you try? Don't be an idiot. I want to make an appointment with you. You can't escape me. I've watched you for weeks. And see you alone, too. Without that fellow you're engaged to."
Her passion rose, in spite of her deadly fear.
"He'll take care of that," she said, "and the police. I'm not helpless now—as I used to be."
"Ah, but you'd better see me. I've got a great deal to say that concerns you. I suppose you've told that American chap a very pretty story about our divorce? Well, it took me a long time to get to the bottom of it myself. But now I'm—well, disillusioned!"
He came closer, close to the rail of the cart and the lamp, so that she saw clearly the haggard wreck of what once had been Roger Delane, and the evil triumph in his eyes.
"Who stayed the night alone, with Dick Tanner, on his place, when I was safely got rid of?" he said, in a low but clear voice. "And then who played the innocent—who did?"