"Oh! You were listening, were you?" he sneered.
"Yes; I heard it."
"How do you know she will not be here? What do you know about it?"
"I know that she will no more be here than the Countess Torelli will," said Keith. He was looking Wickersham full in the face and saw that the shot went home.
"What do you want?" demanded Wickersham. "Why are you here? Are you after money or a row?"
"I want you--I want you, first, to secure all of Mrs. Wentworth's money that you have had, or as much as you can."
Wickersham was so taken aback that his dark face turned almost white, but he recovered himself quickly.
"You are a madman, or some one has been deceiving you. You are the victim of a delusion."
Keith, with his eyes fastened on him, shook his head.
"Oh, no; I am not."