That shrewd, rather aquiline face, with its keen gray eyes, would have found itself more at home in a wider sphere of action, she thought--there was just that touch of ruthlessness about it which makes or mars a captain in the world's affairs.

She found herself murmuring the usual conventionalities of greeting.
"Oh, I'm very well, Doctor, thank you.

Well, many people at the country club ?" "Not very many," he said, with a shake of his head.

"This failure of the Union Bank has knocked a good many of the club members sky high." "Just how did it happen ?" Miss Cornelia was making conversation.
"Oh, the usual thing." The Doctor took out his cigarette case.

"The cashier, a young chap named Bailey, looted the bank to the tune of over a million." Dale turned sharply toward them from her seat by the fireplace.
"How do you know the cashier did it ?" she said in a low voice.
The Doctor laughed.