"Don't be a fool! Can't you see that it is quite out of the question ?" He attempted weakly to dismiss the matter by leaning forward on his writing-table, taking up his pen, and busying himself with a number of papers.
Victor Durnovo rose from his chair so hastily that in a flash Maurice Gordon's hand was in the top right-hand drawer of his writing-table.
The good-natured blue eyes suddenly became fixed and steady.

But Durnovo seemed to make an effort over himself, and walked to the window, where he drew aside the woven-grass blind and looked out into the glaring sunlight.

Still standing there, he turned and spoke in a low, concentrated voice: "No," he said, "I can't see that it is out of the question.

On the contrary, it seems only natural that she should marry the man who is her brother's partner in many a little--speculation." Maurice Gordon, sitting there, staring hopelessly into the half-breed's yellow face, saw it all.

He went back in a flash of recollection to many passing details which had been unnoted at the time--details which now fitted into each other like the links of a chain--and that chain was around him.