I sometimes inadvertently pull it out of my pocket." A faint smile of triumph passed across the dark, handsome face of the man, who again took his arm, as at the same time he replaced something in his own jacket-pocket.

He had in that instant secured what he wanted.
"You were saying with much truth, my dear Flockart, that in dealing with a man who cannot see there is occasionally a temptation towards dishonesty.

Well, this very day I intend to have a long chat with my wife, but before I do so will you promise me one thing ?" "And what is that ?" asked the man, not without some apprehension.
"That you will remain here, disregard the gossip that you may have heard, and continue to assist me in my helplessness in making full and searching inquiry into Macdonald's alleged defalcations." The man reflected for a few seconds, with knit brows.

His quick wits were instantly at work, for he saw with the utmost satisfaction that he had been entirely successful in disarming all suspicion; therefore his next move must be the defeat of that man's devoted defender, Gabrielle, the one person who stood between his own penniless self and fortune.
"I really cannot at this moment make any promise, Sir Henry," he remarked at last.

"I have decided to go." "But defer your decision for the present.