observe the conditions which exist between us. So long as you remember
them, however, your whereabouts are indifferent to me."

The young man laughed a little nervously.

"You're not over-cordial!"

Maraton shrugged his shoulders.

"The world in which you live," he remarked, "is a training school, I
suppose, for false sentiment. The slight kinship that there is between
us is of no account to me. I simply remind you once more that it is to
your advantage to neither know me or to know of me. Remember that, and
it may be London or Paris or New York--wherever you choose."

The young man remounted his coach, and Maraton passed on. He walked
without a pause to the square in which his house was situated. Here he
found Aaron hard at work and, sitting down at once, he began to sign his
letters.

"No end of people have been here," Aaron announced. "I have got rid of
them all."

"Good!" Maraton said shortly. "By-the-bye, Aaron, isn't there a meeting
to-night at the Clarion?"

Aaron nodded.

"David Ross is going to speak. He can move them when he starts. My
sister is going to call here for me, and I thought if you didn't want