43/45 To Rand it wore more faces than one, but to Cary it was steadily a form in white with amethysts about the neck. There had been--it was well, it was best--no blow struck, no lie given. Cary drew a long breath, shook himself slightly like a swimmer who has breasted a formidable wave, and broke into a laugh. "No affront and no challenge, gentlemen! That is so, is it not, Mr.Rand ?" If there was an instant's sombre hesitation, it was no more. |