Someway, now that it was all over and the prize was his, he was ashamed that he had not won it more fairly and humiliated that he was not what she believed him, a pillar of the _Evening Sentinel_.

But Amory had miraculously heard and turned himself about.
"It's his," he said briefly, "I may as well confess to you, Miss Holland," he enlarged somewhat, "he's a great cheat.

_The Aloha_ is his, and so am I, busy body and idle soul, for using up his yacht and his time on a newspaper story.

You were the 'story,' you know." "But," said Olivia in bewilderment, "I don't understand.

Surely--" "Nothing whatever is sure, Miss Holland," Amory sadly assured her, but his eyes were smiling behind his pince-nez.