"'But I do not understand. What has your father done that he should be afraid of such a scoundrel as Slurk?' I demanded sternly.
"She hesitated long before answering, moving her hands and head restlessly and fetching many troubled sighs. At last she laid her hand shrinkingly on mine, and I grasped it firmly. 'I will tell you, Tom,' she said in a faltering voice; 'but you know I would tell no one in the world but you. My dear papa did not do wrong himself; but there were people connected with him who did, and made the blame seem to be his. And there were some papers of papa's which--which--oh----'
"'Yes, yes, I understand, darling; and Slurk stole the papers?'
"'Yes--that is--no; it was worse than that, for he didn't know where the papers were kept; no one knew that but I. Tom, he made me sleep, and in my sleep he made me go to the place where they were, and take them out, and give them to him. He made me rob my own father--put my own dear papa in his hateful power. I would rather have died! And papa forgave me--think of that!'
"'Then Slurk has the papers in his possession? and he uses them for blackmail? But have you never thought of trying to--it sounds badly, but it would be perfectly justifiable--to steal them back again?'
"'I can do nothing. He can make me helpless by a look; and he always carries them with him. But, Tom, if it could be done without being found out, I would tell papa to kill him. But I cannot let my dear papa be hanged for that wretch; and, you see, we have no evidence.'
"'Good God! What a fearful thing it is!' I muttered. What help, what consolation could I offer? A refined and sensitive girl under the mesmeric control of a ruffian; her father subject to his extortions and insults; and the only escape a worse misery even than this--Kate to yield herself to him in marriage! Faugh! the thought sickened me; but it enraged me, too! Kate was right; death, sudden and merciless, was the proper measure to be meted out to Slurk. If he had appeared at that moment, I believe I would have shot him unhesitatingly, and rejoiced in the deed. Murder would be a righteous work when wrought on such as he; and if the murder were brought home to me, could I suffer in a better cause?