“Do you hear me?” she repeated. “You took away his soul and you can give it back again. That is all I ask of you.”
He choked before he replied. “What boy? I tell you I know nothing. You are all mad.”
“I mean David Warcliff. The others are free now, and he must be free to-night. Free, and in his right mind, as when you carried him off. Surely you understand.”
There was no answer.
“That is all I ask. It is such a little thing. Then we will go away.”
I broke in. “Our offer holds. Do as she asks, and we will never open our mouths about to-night’s work.”
He was not listening to me, nor was she. It was a duel between the two of them, and as she looked at him, his face seemed to grow more dogged and stone-like. If ever he had felt hatred it was for this woman, for it was a conflict between
