Baugh!" Left alone, Philip remained for some moments struggling with his wrath and agony.

He then seized his hat, which he had thrown off on entering--pressed it over his brows--turned to quit the shop--when his eye fell upon the till.

Plaskwith had left it open, and the gleam of the coin struck his gaze--that deadly smile of the arch tempter.

Intellect, reason, conscience--all, in that instant, were confusion and chaos.

He cast a hurried glance round the solitary and darkening room--plunged his hand into the drawer, clutched he knew not what--silver or gold, as it came uppermost--and burst into a loud and bitter laugh.