The butler made an instinctive movement to detain him, but he flung

him aside and entered the drawing-room, the servant recovering his

equilibrium and following on a run. Light from great crystal

chandeliers dazzled him for a moment; the butler again confronted

him but hesitated under the wicked glare from his eyes. Then

through the brilliant vista, the young fellow caught a glimpse of a

dining-room, a table where silver and crystal glimmered, and a

great gray man just lowering a glass of wine from his lips to gaze

at him with quiet curiosity.

The next moment he traversed the carpeted interval between them and

halted at the table's damask edge, gazing intently across at the

solitary diner, who sat leaning back in an arm-chair, heavy right

hand still resting on the stem of a claret glass, a cigar suspended

between the fingers of his left hand.

"Are you Colonel Arran?"

"I am," replied the man at the table coolly. "Who the devil are

you?"

"By God," replied the other with an insolent laugh, "that's what I

came here to find out!"

The man at the table laid both hands on the edge of the cloth and

partly rose from his chair, then fell back solidly, in silence, but

his intent gaze never left the other's bloodless face.

"Send away your servants, Colonel Arran!" said the young man in a

voice now labouring under restraint. "We'll settle this matter

now."

The other made as though to speak twice; then, with an effort, he

motioned to the butler.

What he meant by the gesture perhaps he himself scarcely realised

at the moment.

The butler instantly signalled to Pim, the servant behind Colonel

Arran's chair, and started forward with a furtive glance at his

master; and the young man turned disdainfully to confront him.

"Will you retire peaceably, sir?"

"No, but you will retire permanently if you touch me. Be very

careful."

Colonel Arran leaned forward, hands still gripping the table's edge:

"Larraway!"

"Sir?"

"You may go."

The small gray eyes in the pock-pitted face stole toward young

Berkley, then were cautiously lowered.

"Very well, sir," he said.

"Close the drawing-room doors. No--this way. Go out through the

pantry. And take Pim with you."

"Very well, sir."

"And, Larraway!"

"Sir?"

"When I want you I'll ring. Until then I don't want anybody or

anything. Is that understood?"




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