Stephen Foster looked from Diane to Jack. Madge had shown him the anonymous letter, and he needed not to ask if the charge was true.
"You blackguard!" he cried, furiously. "You dastardly scoundrel!"
"I do not deserve those words!" Jack said, hoarsely, "but I cannot resent them. From any other man, under other circumstances—"
"Coward and liar!"
With that Stephen Foster turned to the door, with Madge leaning heavily on him. They passed down the stairs, and the rattle of wheels told that they had gone. Jack was left alone with Diane.
"Are you satisfied with your devil's work?" he demanded, glaring at her with burning, bloodshot eyes.
"It was not my fault."
"Not your fault? By heavens—"
He looked at the crumpled letter he held, and saw that it was apparently written by a woman. A suspicion that as quickly became a certainty flashed into his mind.
"You sent this, and the other one as well," he exclaimed. "Don't deny it! You planned the meeting here—"