The bank would have a letter saying where the will was to be found, but if it was not there! He would ask Junia to be his wife now, while she was so friendly.

Her eyes were shining, her face was alive with feeling, and he was aware that the best chances of his life had come to win her.

If she was not now in the hands of Carnac, his chances were good.

Yet there was the tale of the secret marriage--the letter he saw Carnac receive in John Grier's office! The words of the ancient Greek came to him as he looked at her: "He who will not strike when the hour comes shall wither like a flower, and his end be that of the chaff of the field." His face flushed with feeling, his eyes grew bright with longing, his tongue was loosed to the enterprise.

"Do you dream, and remember your dreams ?" he asked with a thrill in his voice.