CHAPTER XXXV.

Trale stood between Jordan and the window. “Do you dare to stop me, fellow?” demanded Jordan. “One moment, Sir Jordan,” said Trale. Then he waited until Sylvia and Audrey had gone out with the servants carrying Mercy. “Will you kindly close the door, Mr. Neville?” he said. Neville shut the door. “I’ve ventured to stop you, Sir Jordan,” said Trale, “as I have something of importance to communicate to Lord Marlow, and I should like do it in your presence.” He drew the will out of his pocket, and placed it on the tabl…