There was a moment of silence, then the cry of "Spy!" and "Seize him!" rose quickly, but above all the voice and figure of the Missourian was heard commanding them to stand back.

Turning to Clarence, he said quietly,-- "I should know your face, sir.

Who are you ?" "The husband of this woman and the master of this house," said Clarence as quietly, but in a voice he hardly recognized as his own.
"Stand aside from her, then--unless you are hoping that her danger may protect YOU!" said the Kentuckian, significantly drawing his revolver.
But Mrs.Brant sprang suddenly to her feet beside Clarence.
"We are neither of us cowards, Mr.Brooks--though he speaks the truth--and--more shame to me"-- she added, with a look of savage scorn at Clarence--"IS MY HUSBAND!" "What is your purpose in coming here ?" continued Judge Beeswinger, with his eyes fixed on Clarence.
"I have given you all the information," said Clarence quietly, "that is necessary to make you, as a gentleman, leave this house at once--and that is my purpose.

It is all the information you will get from me as long as you and your friends insult my roof with your uninvited presence.

What I may have to say to you and each of you hereafter--what I may choose to demand of you, according to your own code of honor,"-- he fixed his eyes on Captain Pinckney's,--"is another question, and one not usually discussed before a lady." "Pardon me.