Dorothy was a woman; and what woman could resist Storri?
This Dorothy loved him even now; her coldness was an attitude, a fiction.

It was meant to be a lure to Storri and whet his eagerness! These were the thoughts like living coals which the San Reve hid in her heart.

But while her head whirled, and her sight was blurred, and her pulses set a-throb with the jealous storms that swept her, it was wonderful to note how the San Reve's office-trained mind seized upon and registered those French shares.

It was those shares that constituted Storri's hold upon the Harleys.

Could she break the hold?
Those shares were the locks of her Samson.