Surakarta has disappeared because of me, and except that you almost gave your life for me last night—and might have given it but for good fortune."
A little flush came to his face in spite of his pallor. "So you know it was for you?"
"If you wait until I am through you will understand how I knew it. To make you understand, I shall have to go back to the beginning. You better than anyone else, Mr. Hereford, know what sort of man my father was—everybody laughed at and feared him. He did not mind their laughing because he knew that they were afraid. But they were not afraid of me, and so at me they—only laughed. But I did not know then that they were laughing at me. Everybody talked about me and, from the time I was little, the newspapers printed the—the crazy things
