'Oh, isn't it a pretty dish to set before the king!' What else, Krool ?" "Nothing, Baas." "Nothing more in the cables ?" "No, Baas." "That will do, Krool.Wait.Go to Mr.Whalen.Say I want him to bring a stenographer and all the Partners--he'll understand--to me at ten to-night." "Yes, Baas." Krool bowed slowly.

As he raised his head his eyes caught those of Jasmine.

For an instant they regarded each other steadily, then the man's eyes dropped, and a faint flush passed over his face.

The look had its revelation which neither ever forgot.

A quiver of fear passed through Jasmine, and was followed by a sense of self-protection and a hardening of her will, as against some possible danger.
As Krool left the room he said to himself: "The Baas speaks her for his vrouw.