Then he locked the door.
"Von Ragastein," he groaned, "I am a broken man!" Dominey grasped his hand sympathetically.

Terniloff seemed to have aged years even in the last few hours.
"I sent for you," he continued, "to say farewell, to say farewell and make a confession.

You were right, and I was wrong.

It would have better if I had remained and played the country farmer on my estates.

I was never shrewd enough to see until now that I have been made the cat's-paw of the very men whose policy I always condemned." His visitor still remained silent.