Only one thing remained--the greed in his eyes.

They seemed to have grown narrower and brighter with desire.
He did not speak until they were in the cab.

Then he turned to Wrayson.
"I say," he exclaimed, "what was her name ?" Wrayson smiled.
"The Baroness de Sturm," he answered.
"Baroness! Real Baroness! All O.K., I suppose ?" "Without a doubt," Wrayson answered.
"And Morris knew her--she wrote letters to him," he continued, "a woman--like that." He was silent for several moments.

It was obvious that his opinion of his brother was rising rapidly.

His tone had become almost reverential.
"I've got to find where that money is," he said abruptly.