The man glanced at her, and asked: 

“Why Renie, what has come over you.  Did you not give me to understand that you were prepared to go with me to Cuba any time I desired?”

“Yes; I gave you so to understand.”

“Then why do you now refuse to go?”

“I will tell you; the time has come for me to unmask, Mr. Garcia.”

“The time has come for you to unmask?”

“Yes.”

“I do not understand.”

“You shall.”

“I must.”

“Murderer, I have been playing you that I might in the end entrap you into the hands of justice.”

A change had come over the demeanor of the girl; but a still more remarkable change came over the face of Garcia.  He glanced at the girl with blazing eyes, and his hands worked nervously and there was a tremulousness in his voice as he asked: 

“Are you mad, girl?”

“No, I am not mad.  Do you not think I have been deceived; I know you, I have known who you were all the time, thou chief of the smugglers.”

“And you have been deceiving me?”

“I have.”

“And what has been your purpose?”

“To wait until a favorable moment when I could denounce you, and hand you over to justice.”

Our readers have already discerned the truth; but we will make plain the incident which led up to the scene we are about describing.  Upon the very night Vance sailed on the yacht, Garcia, with a gang of men, appeared after midnight at the cottage of Tom Pearce.  The old fisherman was murdered and Renie was drugged and carried away; but the girl had been a witness of the murder before she was found insensible lying beside her bed.

When the girl recovered from the drug which had been administered to her, she found herself in a magnificently furnished apartment, and the man Garcia was at her side.

The villain had told the girl a cunning tale.  He told her that Tom Pearce had consigned her to his care, and proceeded with a story which it is not necessary for us to repeat.

The girl knew the tale to be a lie, but, at the moment she resolved to pretend to believe the story and fool the man, when she could lure him on to justice and condign punishment.

She had played her part well and Garcia, who was a conceited man, believed he had won the girl’s love; and matters were going on in the most pleasant manner, when had received news of the capture of the gang of smugglers, and at once realized his peril, when he determined to fly with Renie to Cuba.

It was thus matters stood when the man made the announcement to the girl.

“Renie,” said the man, “you are trifling with me; you are having a joke at my expense.”

“I am not; I am resolved to bring you to justice!”

“And you do not love me?”

“I loathe you; your presence is a curse!”

“And you have been deceiving me?”