You threatened to shoot him." "Was that how you came to deprive me of my revolver ?" questioned Monck.
She coloured again vividly.

"No, I thought you were going to shoot yourself.

I will give it back to you presently." "When you consider that I can be safely trusted with it ?" he suggested, with his brief smile.

"But tell me some more about this mysterious old beggar of yours! What was he like ?" She hesitated momentarily.

"I only had a very fleeting glimpse of him.