I'll shoot the brute if he dares to come near you again." She saw that he was not himself.

The awful fire in his eyes alone would have told her that.

But words and action so bewildered her that she yielded to the compelling grip.

In a moment she was in the room, and he was closing and shuttering the window with fevered haste.
She stood and watched him, a cold sensation beginning to creep about her heart.

When he turned round to her, she saw that he was smiling, a fierce, triumphant smile.
He threw down the revolver, and as he did so, she found her voice.
"Captain Monck, what does that man want?
What--what is he doing ?" He stood looking at her with that dreadful smile about his lips and the red fire leaping, leaping in his eyes.