"Nothing."
"Nothing? Oh, And--"
"Stop! Utter that name here and I will brain you," hissed the man,
suddenly, furiously, half rising to his feet.
"What must I say?"
"Brown, call me Brown, Jones, or anything but that."
"Well, Brown, you know I have been a faithful wife, and you have treated
me with anything but affection."
"Why did you follow me? I told you I'd kill you if you did."
"It is because I love you, Andrew--"
"That name again!" he uttered, with an imprecation. "Madam, if you were a
true wife, you would assist me in my schemes, and we might live in a
mansion. I have a plan."
"Well?"
"We might win that reward."
The woman shuddered and covered her face with her hands.
"Do you know, Iris?" he proceeded, with the utmost coolness, "I saw that
girl, Victoria Vane, before she was killed. I tell you, she was quite
sweet on me."
A groan alone answered him.
"There was money in the house, and I managed to handle some of it,"
continued the man. "I supposed, or rather, I expected to make more out of
that haul, but only got a few paltry dollars.
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