I'm going to tell you what oughtn't yet to be told for another two years, but I feel it due you, for you were badly used, and so I break my word to your father." Carnac's hand shot out in protest, but Tarboe took no notice.

"I mean to tell you now in the hour of your political triumph that--" "That I can draw on you for ten thousand dollars, perhaps ?" shot out Carnac.
"Not for ten thousand, but in two years' time--or to-morrow--for a hundred and fifty times that if you want it." Carnac shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know what you're driving at, Tarboe.

Two years from now--or to-morrow--I can draw on you for a hundred and fifty times ten thousand dollars! What does that mean?
Is it you're tired of the fortune left you by the biggest man industrially French-Canada has ever known ?" "I'll tell you the truth--I never had a permanent fortune, and I was never meant to have the permanent fortune, though I inherited by will.
That was a matter between John Grier and myself.

There was another will made later, which left the business to some one else." "I don't see." "Of course you don't see, and yet you must." Tarboe then told the story of the making of the two wills, doing justice to John Grier.
"He never did things like anyone else, and he didn't in dying.