They carried, tersely, a direct challenge, the ground Ian Rullock's conception of friendship, a conception tallying nicely with Alexander Jardine's idea of a mortal enmity.

Such a fishing-town, known of both, back of such a sea beach in Holland--such a tavern in this place.

Meet there--wait there, the one who should reach it first for the other, and--to give all possible ground to delays of letters, travel, arrangements generally--in so late a month as April.

"Find me there, or await me there, my one-time friend, henceforth my foe! I--or Justice herself above me--would teach you certain things!" The cartel bore date the 1st of January--later by a month than the Black Hill letter.

It dropped from Ian's hand; he sat with blankness of mind in the sunlight.