"I took over the lot by arrangement." "A very nice arrangement," Da Souza drawled with a devilish smile.

"He is old and weak.

You were with him up at Bekwando where there are no white men--no one to watch you.

You gave him brandy to drink--you watch the fever come, and you write on the concession if one should die all goes to the survivor.

And you gave him brandy in the bush where the fever is, and--behold you return alone! When people know this they will say, 'Oh yes, it is the way millionaires are made.'" He stopped, out of breath, for the veins were standing out upon his forehead, and he remembered what the English doctor at Cape Coast Castle had told him.