"Weirmarsh!" exclaimed the novelist in surprise. "I was not aware that he was in London!"
"He's been abroad—in Copenhagen, I think. He has a brother living there."
"He had a private talk with your stepfather, of course?"
"Yes, as usual, they were in the study for quite a long time—nearly two hours. And," added the girl, "I believe that at last they quarrelled. If they have, I'm awfully glad, for I hate that man!"
"Did you overhear them?" asked Fetherston anxiously, apprehensive lest an open quarrel had actually taken place. He knew well that Josef Blot, alias Weirmarsh, was not a man to be trifled with. If Sir Hugh had served his purpose, as he no doubt had, then he would be betrayed to the police without compunction, just as others had been.
Walter Fetherston grew much perturbed at the knowledge of this quarrel between the pair. His sole aim was to protect Sir Hugh, yet how to act he knew not.
"You did not actually hear any of the words spoken, I suppose?" he inquired of Enid.
"Not exactly, except that I heard my stepfather denounce the doctor as an infernal cur and blackguard."
"Well, and what did Weirmarsh reply?"
"He threatened Sir Hugh, saying, 'You shall suffer for those words—you, who owe everything to me!' I wonder," added the girl, "what he meant by that?"