He never contradicted the mistake--that was
how he got out of his engagement. He played the same trick with Jem
Agar's name. I recognised it."
Then the last link of the chain was forged.
"So did I," said Anna Agar. "I was the woman."
Before the words were well out of her mouth Mark Ruthine's voice was
raised in an alarmed shout.
"Look out!" he cried. "Hold that man; he is mad!"
No one had been noticing Arthur Agar--no one except Seymour Michael, who
had never taken his eyes from his face during Ruthine's narration.
With a groan, unlike a human sound at all, Arthur Agar had rushed forward
when his mother spoke, and for a few seconds there was a wild confusion
in the room, while Seymour Michael, white with dread, fled before his
doom. In and out among the people and the furniture, shouting for help,
he leapt and struggled. Then there came a crash. Seymour Michael had
broken through the window, smashing the glass, with his arms doubled over
his face.
A second later Arthur wrenched open the sash and gave chase across the
lawn.
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