"My mother, down in New York, driven to the last extreme, had finally
turned on him and demanded that he make restitution to Rosalie Gray, as
we had come to know her. Of course, there was a scene and almost a
catastrophe. He was so worried over the position she was taking, that he
failed to carry out his part of the plans, which were to banish Rosalie
forever from this country. You were to have been taken to Paris, dear,
and kept forever in one of those awful sanitoriums. They are worse than
the grave. In the meantime, the delay gave Mr. Bonner a chance to rescue
you from the kidnapers.
"Shortly after reaching New York I quarrelled with Thomas Reddon, and my
mother and I fled to California. He followed us and sought a
reconciliation. I loathed him so much by this time, that I appealed to
my mother. It was then that she told me this miserable story, and that
is why we are in Tinkletown to-day. We learned in some way of the plot
to kidnap you and to place you where you could not be found. The inhuman
scheme of my stepfather and his adviser was to have my mother declared
insane and confined in an asylum, where her truthful utterances could
never be heard by the world, or if they were, as the ravings of a mad
woman.
"The day that we reached New York my mother _placed_ the documents and
every particle of proof in her possession in the hands of the British
Consul.
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