The game's up, Count." Ferruci sprang from his seat and began to walk hastily up and down the room.

He looked haggard and pale, and years older, as he recognised his position, for he saw very plainly that he was trapped, and that nothing remained to him but flight.

But how to fly?
He stopped opposite to Lucian.
"What do you intend to do ?" he demanded in a hoarse voice.
"Have you arrested, along with Mrs.Vrain," replied Lucian, making this threat to force Ferruci into defending himself or confessing.
"Mrs.Vrain is innocent--she knows nothing about this conspiracy, as you call it.

I planned the whole thing myself." "You admit, then, that the so-called Vrain was really Michael Clear ?" "Yes.

I got him to personate the man Vrain, so that I could get the assurance money when I married Lydia.