What did she tell you ?" "Nothing!" harshly cried Hawke, "and I wash my hands of you and her.
Settle your intrigues as you will!" Not a word was spoken, as Alan Hawke gravely opened the door to Madame Berthe Louison's reception room.

Hugh Johnstone's yellow face paled as the Major breaking the silence, coldly said: "Madame! I have broken a friendship of fifteen years to-day! Please do consider me a stranger to you both after today!" And then he walked firmly out of the house with a warning glance to Jules Victor, lingering in the long hall.
The quick Frenchman saw in Hawke's gesture the secret sign of a hidden friend, and he threw up his hand in a Parisian gesture of gratitude and comprehension, and failed not to report to his mistress, who saw Hawke's fine method with a secret delight.
Hawke drove to Grindlay's agency, where, in a private room, he promptly cashed his check.
"I'll take it in Bank of England notes!" he quietly said as the clerk lifted inquiring eyes.

"I am going to transact some business for the lady." "Now, I can defy Fate!" he exulted, when he was safe out of the bank.
"She will trust me now, and old Johnstone will fear me.

A case of vice versa!" And, as he drove to the Club, he murmured, "I will never leave this fight now! Damme! I'll just go in and get the girl! Just to spite the old coward!" Within the dreaming shades of the gardens hiding the Silver Bungalow, there was no sign of clamor.

The beautiful little jewel-box of a mansion was apparently deserted, but a duel to the death was going on within the great white parlor where Hugh Johnstone stood raging at bay.