And for the rest, I saw you here with Louis and I heard your conversation less than an hour ago." "You saw us ?" she gasped.
"From the transept there," I answered, pointing towards it.

"I was brought into that room to personate your uncle, to receive an attack which was meant for him--a very clever scheme! I was drugged, and was to have lain there to cover this fellow's crime.

But there, I don't suppose that I need tell you any of these things!" I added brutally.
She looked at me with horror.
"You do not believe--" she gasped.
"Oh! I believe nothing," I answered,--"nothing at all! Every word I have been told by both of you is a lie! Your lives are lies! God knows why I should ever have believed otherwise!" I said, looking at her.
"Let me go," Louis pleaded, "and you shall hear the truth." "I shall be more likely to feel the knife you have in your pocket," I answered contemptuously, for I had seen his left hand struggling downward for the last few moments.

"Oh! I'll let you go! I have no interest in any of you,--no interest in your cursed conspiracy, whatever it may be! Keep your story.

I don't care to hear it.