"But now I--I--have no use for it. It's too late. Do
you know, Jack, I'm not sure he did spoil your game after all!"
He turned towards her swiftly, and she thrust out her hands to him with a
quick sob that became a laugh as she felt his arms about her.
"You hairless monster!" she said. "What woman ever wanted freedom when
she could have--Love?"
* * * * *
Two days later Viscount Merrivale's friends at the club read with
interest and some amusement the announcement that his marriage to Miss
Hilary St. Orme had been fixed to take place on the last day of the
month.
* * * * *
Death's Property
CHAPTER I
A high laugh rang with a note of childlike merriment from the far end of
the coffee-room as Bernard Merefleet, who was generally considered a bear
on account of his retiring disposition, entered and took his seat near
the door. It was a decidedly infectious laugh and perhaps for this reason
it was the first detail to catch his attention and to excite his
disapproval.
He frowned as he glanced at the menu in front of him.
He had arrived in England after an absence of twenty years in America,
where he had made a huge fortune. He was hungering for the quiet
unhurried speech of his fellow-countrymen, for the sights and sounds and
general atmosphere of English life which for so long had been denied to
him.
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