Then, after a heart-breaking silence Bones strode out, and Mr. Staines

did a rapid sprint, so that he might be found standing in an attitude

of indifference and thought near the desk. The lips of Bones were

tight and compressed. He opened the drawer, pulled out the transfers,

tossed them across to Mr. Staines.

"Key," said Bones, chucking it down after the document.

He picked up his cheque and tore it into twenty pieces.

"That's all," said Bones, and Mr. Staines beat a tremulous retreat.

When the man had gone, Bones returned to the girl who was sitting at

her table before her typewriter. It was observable that her lips were

compressed too.

"Young Miss Whitland," said Bones, and his voice was hoarser than ever,

"never, never in my life will I ever forgive myself!"

"Oh, please, Mr. Tibbetts," said the girl a little wearily, "haven't I

told you that I have forgiven you? And I am sure you had no horrid

thought in your mind, and that you just acted impulsively."

Bones bowed his head, at once a sign of agreement and a crushed spirit.

"The fact remains, dear old miss," he said brokenly, "that I did kiss

you in that beastly old private vault. I don't know what made me do

it," he gulped, "but I did it. Believe me, young miss, that spot was

sacred. I wanted to buy the building to preserve it for all time, so

that no naughty old foot should tread upon that hallowed ground. You

think that's nonsense!"

"Mr. Tibbetts."

"Nonsense, I say, romantic and all that sort of rot." Bones threw out

his arms. "I must agree with you. But, believe me, Stivvins' Wharf is

hallowed ground, and I deeply regret that you would not let me buy it

and turn it over to the jolly old Public Trustee or one of those

johnnies.... You do forgive me?"

She laughed up in his face, and then Bones laughed, and they laughed

together.




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