“I need not hesitate to say so, since, to hide the most important feature of my revelation from you, would be but to mock you; we resolved upon robbing him.

“And was that all?”

“It was all that our resolution went to.  We were not anxious to spill blood; but still we were resolved that we would accomplish our purpose, even if it required murder for its consummation.  Have you heard enough?”

“I have not heard enough, although I guess the rest.”

“You may well guess it, from its preface.  He turned down a lonely pathway, which, had we chosen it ourselves, could not have been more suitable for the attack we meditated.

“There were tall trees on either side, and a hedge-row stretching high up between them.  We knew that that lane led to a suburban village, which, without a doubt, was the object of his destination.

“Then Marmaduke Bannerworth spoke, saying,—­

“’What we have to do, must be done now or never.  There needs not two in this adventure.  Shall you or I require him to refund what he has won from us?’

“‘I care not,’ I said; ’but if we are to accomplish our purpose without arousing even a shadow of resistance, it is better to show him its futility by both appearing, and take a share in the adventure.’

“This was agreed upon, and we hastened forward.  He heard footsteps pursuing him and quickened his pace.  I was the fleetest runner, and overtook him.  I passed him a pace or two, and then turning, I faced him, and impeded his progress.

“The lane was narrow, and a glance behind him showed him Marmaduke Bannerworth; so that he was hemmed in between two enemies, and could move neither to the right nor to the left, on account of the thick brushwood that intervened between the trees.

“Then, with an assumed courage, that sat but ill upon him, he demanded of us what we wanted, and proclaimed his right to pass despite the obstruction we placed in his way.

“The dialogue was brief.  I, being foremost, spoke to him.

“‘Your money,’ I said; ’your winnings at the gaming-table.  We cannot, and we will not lose it.’

“So suddenly, that he had nearly taken my life, he drew a pistol from his pocket, and levelling it at my head, he fired upon me.

“Perhaps, had I moved, it might have been my death; but, as it was, the bullet furrowed my cheek, leaving a scar, the path of which is yet visible in a white cicatrix.

“I felt a stunning sensation, and thought myself a dead man.  I cried aloud to Marmaduke Bannerworth, and he rushed forward.  I knew not that he was armed, and that he had the power about him to do the deed which he then accomplished; but there was a groan, a slight struggle, and the successful gamester fell upon the green sward, bathed in his blood.”

“And this is the father of her whom I adore?”

“It is.  Are you shocked to think of such a neat relationship between so much beauty and intelligence and a midnight murderer?  Is your philosophy so poor, that the daughter’s beauty suffers from the commission of a father’s crime?”