His voice rang out in a harsh laugh.

"You met him last night, and again to-night, and LET HIM GO?
You, Jean Croisset?
The one man in the whole world I would give my life to meet--and YOU afraid of him?
My God, if that is all--" Jean interrupted him, laying a firm, quiet hand on his arm.
"What would you do, M'sieur ?" "Kill him," breathed Philip.

"Kill him by inches, slowly, torturingly.
And to-night, Jean.

He is near.

I will follow him, and do what you have been afraid to do." "Yes, that is it, I have been afraid to kill him," replied Jean.