"Under the pretext of fostering good-will, and that sort of thing, between the mercantile classes of our two countries, I think that that fellow has done about as much mischief as it is possible for any single man to have accomplished.

We'll meet in an hour, Hunterleys.

My man is putting out some things for me and I must have a bath." Hunterleys walked up to the hospital, and to his surprise met Selingman coming away.

The latter saluted him with a wave of the hat and a genial smile.
"Calling to see our poor invalid ?" he enquired blandly.
Hunterleys, although he knew his man, was a little taken aback.
"What share in him do you claim ?" he asked.
Selingman sighed.
"Alas!" he confessed, "I fear that my claim would sound a little cold-blooded.

I think that I was the only man who held his gun straight.
Yet, after all, Roche would be the last to bear me any grudge.