That idea drove every other into the background of his thoughts.

He did not care in the least how Wombo had escaped.

It seemed clear to him that Oola had stolen the key after Harris had gone back to his room, while Maule and his wife were together--together in Lady Bridget's own chamber.

The blood surged to his brain, and his temples throbbed as though they would burst.

In the madness of his jealousy, the words of the paper, combined with Harris' revelations were damnatory confirmation of his wife's guilt.