Your father isn't one, and that's where you've slipped up." "He shall pay for it, whatever he's done," said her brother with an access of wild passion.

"Where is he ?" "Why, Jack, you wouldn't dare to see him now ?" "Wouldn't I ?" He turned and ran, convulsed with passion, before the windows towards the front of the house.

Zuleika slipped out of her bedroom and ran to her father's room.

He was not there.

Already she could hear her brother hammering frantically against the locked front door.
The door of the office was partly open.