The sun went down, shadows touched with long cool fingers the burning streets; shadows entered into that little inner office of Mr.Jarvice.But still he sat undecided at his desk.
The tour upon the Continent must be abandoned, and with it the journey under canvas to the near East--a scheme so simple, so sure, so safe.
Still Garratt Skinner might confidently be left to devise another.

And he had always kept faith.

To that comforting thought Mr.Jarvice clung.

He sealed up his letter in the end, and stood for a moment or two with the darkness deepening about him.

Then he rang for his clerk and bade him post it, but the voice he used was one which the clerk did not know, so that he pushed his head forward and peered through the shadows to make sure that it was his master who spoke.
Two days afterward Garratt Skinner paid a long visit to Mr.Jarvice, and that some agreement was reached between the two men shortly became evident.