LINK SETS A TRAP In the course of their acquaintance, Diana had put up with a great deal from the little American adventuress, owing to her position of stepmother, but when she heard her accusing the man she had ruined of murder, the patience of Miss Vrain gave way.

She rose quickly, and walking over to where Lydia was shrinking in her chair, towered in righteous indignation above the shameless little woman.
"You lie, Mrs.Vrain!" she said in a low, distinct voice, with a flushed face and indignation in her eyes.

"You know you lie!" "I--I only repeat what Ferruci told me," whimpered Lydia, rather alarmed by the attitude of her stepdaughter.

"I'm sure I hope Mark didn't kill the man, but Ercole said that he was in Jersey Street for that purpose." "It is not true! My father was in the asylum at Hampstead!" "Indeed he wasn't--not at the time Clear was killed!" protested Lydia.
"He was not put into the asylum until at least two weeks after Christmas.

Is that not so, Mr.Denzil ?" "It is so," assented Lucian gravely, "but even admitting so much, it is impossible to believe that Mr.Vrain was in Jersey Street.