All the enchantment had suddenly passed out of his life, for, to one of his disposition, a liberal income is as necessary as water to a parched plant.

Deprived of his fortune, existence wasn't worth while.

But with the certainty that his money would be restored to him, life regained all its roseate tints.
As the future outlook cleared and he saw that he could return to his indolent mode of living, a sudden reaction took place within him, filling him with a sullen aversion for the detective who had so nearly beguiled him into committing an irreparable breach of faith--if nothing worse.

And he turned fiercely on Britz.
"So you tried to entrap me!" he exclaimed with bitter emphasis.

"But you didn't succeed, did you?
And from now on I shall remain in the hands of Mr.Luckstone, my attorney." "That is the sensible thing to do," commended the lawyer.
"Why, he threatened to handcuff me and take me to jail if I didn't tell him all about Mr.Whitmore's death," complained Collins.
Luckstone turned to face Britz.