A Company like the Bekwando Company is very much like a woman's reputation, drop a hint or two, start just a bit of talk, and I tell you the flames'll soon do the work." Trent turned his back upon him.
"Monty," he said, "you aren't afraid to come with me ?" Monty looked at him, perplexed and troubled.
"You've nothing to be afraid of," Trent continued.

"As to the money at Mr.Walsh's house, I settled that all up with him before I left Attra.
It belonged to you really, for I'd left more than that for you." "There is no one, then," Monty asked in a slow, painful whisper, "who will put me in prison ?" "I give you my word, Monty," Trent declared, "that there is not a single soul who has any idea of the sort." "You see, it isn't that I mind," Monty continued in a low, quivering voice, "but there's my little girl! My real name might come out, and I wouldn't have her know what I've been for anything." "She shall not know," Trent said, "I'll promise you'll be perfectly safe with me." Monty rose up weakly.

His knees were shaking, and he was in a pitiful state.

He cast a sidelong glance at the brandy bottle by his side, and his hand stole out towards it.

But Trent stopped him gently but firmly.
"Not now, Monty," he said, "you've had enough of that!" The man's hand dropped to his side.