on the oval table in the centre of the room--
the table at which she had been used to sit as mistress. She found her
accustomed chair and seated herself. She had no doubt but that this man
meant to kill her. In a dull way she wondered how it would be.

Roger, having locked the door, came slowly forward and waited, looking
down at her, with his back to the hearth.

By-and-by she lifted her face. "How will you do it?" she asked, very
quietly, meeting his eyes.

For the moment he did not seem to understand. Then, drawing in his
breath, he laughed to himself--almost without sound, and yet she heard it.

"There's more than one way, if you was woman. But I've been reading the
Bible: there's a deal about witches in the Bible, and so I came to
understand ye." He stared at her and nodded.

Having once lifted her face, she could eye him steadily. But she made no
answer.

He stooped and picked up the ladle at his feet. "You needn't be afraid,"
he said slowly: "I promised Trevarthen I wouldn't hurt you beforehand.
And afterwards--it'll be soon over. D'ye know what I use this for?
It's for melting bullets."

He felt in his waistcoat pocket, drew out a crown-piece, held it for a
moment betwixt finger and thumb, and dropped it into the ladle.

"They say 'tis the surest way with a witch," said he; then, after a pause,
"As for that lawyer-fellow of yours--"

And here he paused again, this time in some astonishment; for she had
risen, and now with no fear in her eyes--only scorn.

"Go on," she commanded.

"Well," concluded Roger grimly, "where you fought me as my father's wife
he fought for dirty pay, and where you cheated me he lead you into
cheating. Therefore, if I caught him, he'd die no such easy death.
Isn't that enough?"

"I thank you," she said, and her eyes seemed to lighten as they looked
into his. "You are a violent man, but not vile--as some. You have gone
deep, and you meant to kill me to-morrow--or is it to-night? But I mean
to save you from that."

"I think not, mistress."

"I think 'yes,' stepson--that is, if you believe that, killing me, you
will kill also your father's child!"

For a moment he did not understand. His eyes travelled over her as she
stood erect, stretching out her hands.

Suddenly his head sank. He did not cry out, though he knew--as she knew--
that the truth of it had killed him. Not for one moment--it was
characteristic of him--did he doubt. In her worst enemy she f