All the enmity and resentment he had ever felt toward this man,
all the shortcomings of his own character, indeed, every injury he had
ever suffered, he now held to be the fault of the fat, corrupted
animal before him.
"You will set her free, now
," he ejaculated. "Or so help me God, I will find her and do it
myself!"
"Stephen
....."
"You fear Earl Arthur? It is I
you should fear. I know enough to have you transported, along with the
lowest horse-thieves and highwaymen!"
"You had best calm yourself, Stephen," replied Lord Purceville coldly.
"And if you know what is good for you---"
"Are you threatening me
? Do you think I'm bluffing!" he cried, coming to within inches of his
father's face. "I am going to the Tower, now. And if I am in any way
resisted, I will go to Earl Arthur instead, and put an end to your
sorry game."
"You will not
---"
"Watch
me!" And he turned on his heel, and made for the door.
Henry Purceville seized his son by the arm, and jerked him back into
the center of the room. "Be still
, I'm warning you! Don't make me lock you away as well.
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