Then he suddenly threw out his arms in a gesture whose whole significance it would have been difficult to describe.

There was a kind of passion in it.

"I am the last Mount Dunstan," he harshly laughed.
"Moi qui vous parle! The last." Penzance's eyes resting on him took upon themselves the far-seeing look of a man who watches the world of life without living in it.

He presently shook his head.
"No," he said.

"I don't see that.