“So that I wasn’t restraining you with any hope for my own advantage,” he went on. “There was the kid, and there was you. I wanted to put a brake on you, to make you go slow. You’re a complex individual, Stella. Along with certain fixed, fundamental principles, you’ve got a streak of divine madness in you, a capacity for reckless undertakings. You’d never have married me if you hadn’t. I trusted you absolutely. But, I was afraid in spite of my faith. You had draped such an idealistic mantle around Monohan. I wanted to rend that before it came to a final separation between us. It worked out, because he couldn’t resist trying to take a crack at me when the notion seized him.
“So,” he continued, after a pause, “you aren’t responsible, and I’ve never considered you responsible for any of this. It’s between him and me, and it’s been shaping for years. Whenever our trails crossed there was bound to be a clash. There’s always been a natural personal antagonism between us. It began to show when we were kids, you might say. Monohan’s nature is such that he can’t acknowledge defeat, he can’t deny himself a gratification. He’s a supreme egotist. He’s always had plenty of money, he’s always had whatever he wanted, and it never mattered to him how he gratified his desires.
“The first time we locked horns was in my last year at high school. Monohan was a star athlete. I beat him in a pole vault. That irked him so that he sulked and sneered, and generally made himself so insulting that I slapped him. We fought, and I whipped him. I had a temper that I hadn’t learned to keep in hand those days, and I nearly killed him. I had nothing but contempt for him, anyway, because even then, when he wasn’t quite twenty, he was a woman hunter, preying on silly girls. I don’t know what his magic with women is, but it works, until they find him out. He was playing off two or three fool girls that I knew and at the same time keeping a woman in apartments down-town,—a girl he’d picked up on a trip to Georgia,—like any confirmed rounder.
“Well, from that time on, he hated me, always laid for a chance to sting me. We went to Princeton the same year. We collided there, so hard that when word of it got to my father’s ears, he called me home and read the riot act so strong that I flared up and left. Then I came to the coast here and got a job in the woods, got to be a logging boss, and went into business on my own hook eventually. I’d just got nicely started when I ran into Monohan again. He’d got into timber himself. I was hand logging up the coast, and I’d hate to tell you the tricks he tried. He kept it up until I got too big to be harassed in a petty way. Then he left me alone. But he never forgot his grudge. The stage was all set for this act long before you gave him his cue, Stella. You weren’t to blame for that, or if you were in part, it doesn’t matter now. I’m satisfied. Paradoxically I feel rich, even though it’s a long shot that I’m broke flat. I’ve got something money doesn’t buy. And he has overreached himself at last. All his money and pull won’t help him out of this jack pot. Arson and attempted murder is serious business.”