"And then he threatened me." "It's untrue," I protested hotly.

"I have merely called to see you regarding the young English lady, Elma Heath--the unfortunate lady whom you consigned to the fortress of Kajana." "The mad woman, you mean!" he laughed.
"She is not mad," I cried, "but as sane as you yourself.

It is you who intended that the horrors of the castle should drive her insane, and thus your secret should be kept!" "What do you suggest ?" he demanded, stepping a few paces towards me.
"I mean, Xavier Oberg, that you would kill Elma Heath if you dared to do so," I answered plainly, as I faced him unflinchingly.
"You see ?" he laughed, turning to the stout man at my side.

"The fellow is insane.

He does not know what he is talking about.