Again he shrank from the horrors from which with merciless fingers she had stripped the coverings.

He seemed to see once more the agony in her white face, to hear the eternal pain aching and throbbing in her monotonous tone.

He rose suddenly to his feet.
"Andrew," he begged, "tell the fellow to bring the bill outside.

We'll have our coffee and liqueurs there." Wilmore acquiesced willingly enough, but even as they turned towards the door Francis realised what was in store for him.

Oliver Hilditch had risen to his feet.