A couple of million dollars on one side, a title on the other, and mighty little real love between them." "But," said Redgrave between his teeth, "I didn't understand that Miss Rennick ever had a fortune; in fact I'm quite certain that if her father had been a rich man he'd have worked out his invention himself." "Oh, the dollars aren't his.

In fact they won't be hers till she marries," replied the Captain.

"They belong to her uncle, old Russell Rennick.

He got in on the ground floor of the New York and Chicago ice trusts, and made millions.

He's going to spend some of them on making his niece a Marchioness.