He knew the picture of the woman with the proud, determined face.
"And the other side?
Was the strain equally virile ?" he asked.
"You shall judge," said Challoner.

"You and Margaret Keith are the only people to whom I have ever spoken freely of these things.

I am sure of your discretion and sympathy." He crossed the floor and, opening a cabinet, came back with a photograph, which he gave to his companion.
"Dick's father.

He was famous as a daring rider across an Irish, stone-wall country, and was killed when taking a dangerous leap." Greythorpe studied the face, which was of Irish type, with bold eyes in which a reckless twinkle showed.

On the whole, it suggested an ardent and somewhat irresponsible temperament.
"No sign of weakness there," he said.