He threw the gun on the bed, and rising began to pace the floor.
"If I told what I saw--no jury on earth would convict me," he soliloquized.

"But I'll kill him--and keep my mouth shut." Plan after plan he had pondered in mind--and talked over with Blair--something to thwart Richard Swann--to give Margaret the chance for happiness and love her heart craved--to put out of Lorna's way the evil influence that had threatened her.

Now the solution came to him.
Sooner or later he would catch Swann with his sister in an automobile, or at the club rooms, or at some other questionable place.

He knew Lorna was meeting Swann.

He had tried to find them, all to no avail.
What he might have done heretofore was no longer significant; he knew what he meant to do now.
But all at once Lane was confronted with remembrance of another thing he had resolved upon--equally as strong as his determination to save Lorna--and it was his intention to persuade Mel Iden to marry him.
He loved his sister, but not as he loved Mel Iden.