I've scoured the city after her--I've paid detectives fabulous amounts.

I've been worried, and harassed, and goaded, and mystified until I'm half mad, and here you come with your infernal nonsense about 'making away' with her.

That means murdering her, I suppose.

I always took you to be more or less mad, Miriam Dane, but I never before took you to be a fool." The woman looked at him keenly--he was evidently telling the truth.

Yet still she doubted.
"Who but you, Carl Walraven, had any interest in her, one way or the other?
What enemies could a girl of sixteen have ?" "Ah! what, indeed?
If a girl of sixteen will flirt with every eligible man she meets until she renders him idiotic, she must expect to pay the penalty.