Yet it remained unuttered.
She turned again to the doorway; a maid stood there holding a note on a salver.
"For Captain Selwyn, please," murmured the maid.
Miss Erroll passed out.
Selwyn took the note and broke the seal: "MY DEAR SELWYN: I'm in a beastly fix--an I.O.U.due to-night and _pas de quoi_! Obviously I don't want Neergard to know, being associated as I am with him in business.

As for Austin, he's a peppery old boy, bless his heart, and I'm not very secure in his good graces at present.

Fact is I got into a rather stiff game last night--and it's a matter of honour.

So can you help me to tide it over?
I'll square it on the first of the month.
"Yours sincerely, "GERALD ERROLL.
"P.S .-- I've meant to look you up for ever so long, and will the first moment I have free." Below this was pencilled the amount due; and Selwyn's face grew very serious.
The letter he wrote in return ran: "DEAR GERALD: Check enclosed to your order.

By the way, can't you lunch with me at the Lenox Club some day this week?
Write, wire, or telephone when.
"Yours, "SELWYN." When he had sent the note away by the messenger he walked back to the bay-window, hands in his pockets, a worried expression in his gray eyes.