Voltaire's influence over me is gone, and now he is in my power; while you--" "Ah, Mr.Blake, have mercy," he whined.

"I only did what he told me, and he has treated me like a dog." "Yes; he intended me to kill you, while both of you tried to ruin me." "Curse him! I know he did.

Oh, I am not his friend now.

Mr.Blake, forgive me.

Ah, say--" I felt that if I allowed this man to think my welfare depended on his doing my will, he would defy me.