"You see, she isn't in possession of the incriminating document.

I took it from her when she was in danger of arrest." "What are you going to do with it ?" "You can't have much doubt about that," was the composed reply.

"I shall go to town to-morrow and hand it over to the proper authorities." Julian rose to his feet as he spoke.

Furley looked at him helplessly.
"How in heaven's name, man," he groaned, "shall I be able to make you see the truth!" A touch of the winter sunlight was upon Julian's face which, curiously enough, at that moment resembled his father's in its cold, patrician lines.

The mention of Nicholas Fenn's name seemed to have transformed him.
"If I were you, Furley," he advised, "for the sake of our friendship, I wouldn't try.