"Go now." Courthorne made a little gesture that might have meant anything, and then he swung round abruptly without another look at her.

When the door dosed behind him he went down the corridor with a little wry smile in his eyes.
"After all, it's the gambler first," he said.

"A little rough on the straight man--as usual." Then he sat down beside the stove in the bare general room and thoughtfully smoked a cigar.

Ailly was going to England, Winston, to save his neck, had gone as Courthorne to Silverdale, and in another day or two the latter would have disappeared.

He could not claim his new possessions without forcing facts better left unmentioned upon everybody's attention, since Winston would doubtless object to jeopardize himself to please him, and the land at Silverdale could not in any case be sold without the consent of Colonel Barrington.