"Why have you come here?
What has this to do with me ?" As she put the questions, he watched her closely; and when her voice quivered, a spasm of emotion--a wave of jealousy and suspicion--swept his face.
"Can you ask that question ?" he demanded.
Enid wavered.
"Why not ?" she murmured.

"Why should I not ?" "Why not ?" He laughed again, suddenly and savagely.

"Because the man loves you.

Because he stole out of the house to-day--and came here to you.

I tracked him here and tracked him back again." Enid shrank away from him.
"So--so you are a spy ?" she said, in a confused, uneven voice.
He turned instantly, his passions aflame.
"A spy ?" he cried.