There was no dark pledge between them, no secret bond of a man's perfidious victory, no soft surrender, the seal of a woman's dishonor.
"Will she telegraph ?" the adventurer asked himself with a beating heart and a burning brain.

"If so, then I hold them both in my hands, and the game is mine." When the train drew out, the Major watched the disappearing forms of the mortal enemies in a secret wonder.

"Have they made it up?
Will they marry after all ?" he growled, and yet he laughed the idea to scorn.

"And yet fear, as well as love, has tied the nuptial knot before," he mused.
A new proof of Johnstone's craft was afforded him after he had, in a leisurely way, verified the regularity of his windfall in good London exchange, signed by the millionaire upon his home bankers, and duly stamped.

A mental flash of lightning showed him how he was "sewed up," for Johnstone's all too polite servants shadowed him, alternately, in his every movement.