Lady Elisabeth is making up a set, I think."

He turned towards the house. The two men stood watching him.

"Is he to be bought?" Lord Armley asked, in a low tone.

Mr. Foley shook his head.

"Not with money or place," he answered thoughtfully.

"There isn't a man breathing who hasn't his price, if you could only
discover what it is," Lord Armley declared, as he took a cigarette from
his case and lit it.

"A truism, my friend," Mr. Foley admitted, "which I have always
considered a little nebulous. However, we shall see. We have a few
hours' respite, at any rate."



CHAPTER XI

Lady Grenside's hospitable instincts were unquenchable. The small
house-party to which her brother had reluctantly consented had grown by
odd couples until the house was more than half full. Twenty-two people
sat down to dinner that night. For the first time in his life, Mr.
Foley interfered with the arrangement of the table. He sought his
sister out just as the dressing-bell rang.

"My dear Catharine," he asked, a little reprovingly, "was it necessary