If you had told her that the grave was empty, that it was a fraud, I don't know what would have happened.

And now--she is _mine!_ If she had seen Culver Rann, if she had discovered that this scoundrel, this blackmailer and murderer, was Mortimer FitzHugh, her husband----" "Johnny! John Aldous!" Donald MacDonald's voice came now like the deep growling roar of a she-bear, and as he cried the other's name he sprang to his feet, and his eyes gleamed in their deep sockets like raging fires.
"Johnny!" Aldous rose, and he was smiling.

He nodded.
"That's it," he said.

"Mortimer FitzHugh is Culver Rann!" "An'-- an' you know this ?" "Absolutely.

Joanne gave me Mortimer FitzHugh's photograph to destroy.