"What have you to do with him?
The less the better I should say." "And from my point of view, the more the better," she answered.

"I have come to believe that but for him my father would be alive to-day." "I do not understand! If you believe that, surely you do not wish to see the man--to have him come near you!" "I want him punished!" He shook his head.

"There is no proof.

There never could be any proof!" "There are many ways," she said softly, "in which a man can be made to suffer." "And you would set yourself to do this ?" "Why not?
Is not anything better than letting him go scot-free?
Would you have me sit still and watch him blossom into a millionaire peer, a man of society, drinking deep draughts of all the joys of life, with never a thought for the man he left to rot in an African jungle?
Oh, any way of punishing him is better than that.

I have declared war against Scarlett Trent." "How long," he asked, "will it last ?" "Until he is in my power," she answered slowly.