What was beyond the turn was hid from his eyes, but with that he need not concern himself now.

Meantime he would clear away some of this accumulated correspondence lying on his desk.

In the midst of his work Harry came in and laid a bundle of bills before him.
"Here you are, old chap," he said, quietly.

"That's the last of it." Ranald counted the money.
"You are sure you can spare all this?
There is no hurry, you know." "No," said Harry, "I can't spare it, but it's safer with you than with me, and besides, it's yours.

And I owe you more than money." He drew a deep breath to steady himself, and then went on: "And I want to say, Ranald, that I have bet my last stake." Ranald pushed back his chair and rose to his feet.
"Now that's the best thing I've heard for some time," he said, offering Harry his hand; "and that's the last of that business." He sat down, drew in his chair, and turning over his papers with a nervousness that he rarely showed, he continued: "And, Harry, I want you to do something for me.