decks with the sheep, and her with the papers in her bosom all the
time. Then, when we got ready to do business, why, she up and
talks them into giving us possession of their mine without a
fight. That's what I call reciprocating a man's affection."

Glenister's nails cut into his flesh, while his face went livid at
the words. He could not grasp it at once. It made him sick--
physically sick--and for many moments he strove blindly to beat
back the hideous suspicion, the horror that the lawyer had
aroused. His was not a doubting disposition, and to him the girl
had seemed as one pure, mysterious, apart, angelically incapable
of deceit. He had loved her, feeling that some day she would
return his affection without fail. In her great, unclouded eyes he
had found no lurking-place for double-dealing. Now--God! It
couldn't be that all the time she had KNOWN!

He had lost a part of the lawyer's speech, but peered through his
observation-hole again.

McNamara was at the window gazing out into the dark street, his
back towards the lawyer, who lolled in the chair, babbling
garrulously of the girl. Glenister ground his teeth--a frenzy
possessed him to loose his anger, to rip through the frail ceiling
with naked hands and fall vindictively upon the two men.

"She looked good to me the first time I saw her," continued
Struve. He paused, and when he spoke again a change had coarsened
his features, "Say, I'm crazy about her, Mac. I tell you, I'm
crazy--and she likes me--I know she does--or, anyway, she would--"