Now you know; now you understand.

I don't care a damn about the Erroll boy; and I think I'll discount right now any intentions of any married man to bother Miss Orchil after some Dakota decree frees him from the woman whom he's driven into an asylum." Ruthven looked at him curiously: "So that is discounted, is it ?" "I think so," nodded Neergard.

"I don't think that man will try to obtain a divorce until I say the word." "Oh! Why not ?" "Because of my knowledge concerning that man's crooked methods in obtaining for me certain options that meant ruin to his own country club," said Neergard coolly.
"I see.

How extraordinary! But the club has bought in all that land, hasn't it ?" "Yes--but the stench of your treachery remains, my friend." "Not treachery, only temptation," observed Ruthven blandly.

"I've talked it all over with Orchil and Mottly--" "You--_what_!" gasped Neergard.
"Talked about it," repeated Ruthven, hard face guileless, and raising his eyebrows--a dreadful caricature of youth in the misleading smoothness of the minutely shaven face; "I told Orchil what you persuaded me to do--" "You--you damned--" "Not at all, not at all!" protested Ruthven, languidly settling himself once more among the cushions.