"Until he has fallen back again to the ruck.

Until he has tasted a little of the misery from which at least he might have saved my father!" "I think," he said, "that you are taking a great deal too much for granted.

I do not know Scarlett Trent, and I frankly admit that I am prejudiced against him and all his class.

Yet I think that he deserves his chance, like any man.

Go to him and ask him, face to face, how your father died, declare yourself, press for all particulars, seek even for corroboration of his word.