CHAPTER V.
If Livingstone had been in a huff when he left his office, by the time he reached his home he was in a rage.
As he let himself in with his latch-key his expression for a moment softened.

The scene before him was one which might well have mellowed a man just out of the snowy street.

A spacious and handsome house, both richly and artistically furnished, lay before him.

Rich furniture, costly rugs, fine pictures and rare books, gave evidence not only of his wealth but of his taste.

He was not a mere business machine, a mere money-maker.