"Ah, my dear Flockart! all men are not honourable like yourself.

There are many ready to take advantage of my lack of eyesight.

I have experienced it, alas! in business as well as in my private life." The dark-faced man was silent.

He was playing an ingenious, if dangerous, game.

The Baronet had referred to business--his mysterious business, the secret of which he was now trying his best to solve.
"Yes," he said at length, "I suppose the standard of honesty in business is nowadays just about as low as it can possibly be, eh?
Well, I've never been in business myself, so I don't know.