Knowing that Vernon
was within hearing of her, she called "Jerome," at the top of her voice.
"No use, madam. The gentleman whose name you utter is a friend of mine,"
said the attorney. "He conveyed you here as an emissary of mine. Haven't
you known him before?" said De Guy, with a mixture of sarcasm and
triumph in the tones of his squeaky voice.
The door-handle was at this moment seized on the outside. The door was
wrenched and pushed, but it did not yield, for De Guy had taken the
precaution to lock it.
"Who is there?" shouted the attorney, alarmed at the intrusion.
"Open," said Jerome, "or I force the door!"
"What does this mean?" asked Jaspar, who had remained a quiet spectator
to the violence offered his niece.
"I will soon ascertain," said De Guy, dragging Emily after him, towards
a large closet on the other side of the room.
"Help! help!" again screamed Emily; and, ere she had the second time
uttered the word, a crash was heard, the library-door splintered, and
Vernon stood in the room.
"How is this? Villain! traitor!" shouted De Guy, drawing from his pocket
a revolver.
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