John Mark stood up and paced quietly up and down the room.

At length he turned abruptly on the girl.

"Good night.

I have business that takes me out." "What is it ?" she asked eagerly.
He paused, as if in doubt as to how he should answer her, if he answered at all.

"In the old days," he said at last, "when a man caught a poacher on his grounds, do you know what he did ?" "No." "Shot him, my dear, without a thought and threw his body to the wolves!" "John Mark! Do you mean--" "Your friend Ronicky, of course." "Only because Caroline was foolish are you going to--" "Caroline?
Tut, tut! Caroline is only a small part of it.