CHAPTER XIII.
"Oh yes, I'm modern enough," said Austin Turold, balancing his cigarette in his white fingers, and glancing at Barrant with a reflective air--"that is to say, I believe in America and the League of Nations, but not in God.
It's not the fashion to believe in God or have a conscience nowadays.

They both went out with the war.

After all, what's a conscience to a liver?
But here I am, chattering on to distract my sad thoughts, although I can see in your eye that you have it in you to ask me some questions.

Well, go ahead and ask them, and I will answer them--if I can." "I do wish to ask you some questions," said Barrant--"questions connected with your brother's death." "I know very little about it.

It was a most terrible shock to me, I assure you, and is likely to detain me in this barbarous place longer than I intended--greatly against my will." "I understand you came to Cornwall at your brother's request ?" "Yes.