It was Ratman’s voice—the voice of the man to whom he owed money, who held the secret of his crime, who claimed his villainy and—who could say?—might even have to be pacified with a human sacrifice.
He shook her off rudely and said in dry, hard tones—
“Rosalind, I am disappointed in you. I will not discuss the matter with you. You know my wish; I expect you to obey me.”
And he left the room.
She remained standing where she was till the bell rang for dinner. Then with a shiver she went down-stairs.
On the stairs she met Mr Armstrong.
“Your father has returned,” said he.
“Yes, with a friend. Are you going down, or shall you stay with Roger?”
“May I?” he asked.
“You know how glad he will be.”