"Very well," he resumed; "we will have it out, here.

When I trusted you with my confession last night, I left you to decide (after reading it) whether you would make an enemy of me or not.
You remember that ?" I nodded my head.

"Then I now ask you, Mr.Roylake: Which are we--enemies or friends ?" I took the pencil, and wrote my reply: "Neither enemies nor friends.

We are strangers from this time forth." Some internal struggle produced a change in his face--visible for one moment, hidden from me in a moment more.

"I think you will regret the decision at which you have arrived." He said that, and saluted me with his grandly gracious bow.