He had put it there with the rest, but it lay a little apart; and as he picked it up gingerly, I began to doubt.

When I saw the blue gleam, my doubt was at once converted into certainty.

Then his eyes, too, had the look which I know means victory.

Benign or baleful, it goes with his triumphs.

I have seen that look before, and when once it lurks scintillating in the luminous depths of his gleaming eyeballs, I recognise at once that, whatever his aim, he has succeeded in it." "Still, Hilda, I am loth--" She waved her hand impatiently.