Then he returned and stood looking down at his companion.
"Francis," he said, "you have been my enemy since the day I saw you first in Bekwando village." "Scarcely that," Francis objected.

"I have distrusted you since then if you like." "Call it what you like," Trent answered.

"Only to-night you have served me a scurvy trick.

You were a guest at my table and you gave me not the slightest warning.

On the contrary, this morning you offered me a week's respite." "The story I told," Francis answered, "could have had no significance to them." "I don't know whether you are trying to deceive me or not," Trent said, "only if you do not know, let me tell you--Miss Wendermott is that old man's daughter!" The man's start was real.