of your niece, and of all who belong to her. Let me state the case to you once more, and for the last time.”
Mr. Fairlie shook his head and sighed piteously.
“This is heartless of you, Gilmore—very heartless,” he said. “Never mind, go on.”
I put all the points to him carefully—I set the matter before him in every conceivable light. He lay back in the chair the whole time I was speaking with his eyes closed. When I had done he opened them indolently, took his silver smelling-bottle from the
to come, “if I owned that it is a satisfaction to me, as well as a surprise, to see you here? I felt very uneasy about you after you left me in the cab.”
She looked up quickly and suspiciously.
“Uneasy,” she repeated. “Why?”
“A strange thing happened after we parted that night. Two men overtook