had a little more brains, he would have been half-witted. And
Montague sat, and watched his mannerisms and listened to his
inanities, with his mind in a state of bewilderment and dismay. When
at last he got up and walked away, it was with a new sense of the
complicated nature of the problem that confronted him. Who was there
that could give him the key to this mystery--who could interpret to
him a world in which a man such as this was in control of four or
five hundred millions of trust funds?






CHAPTER VII





It was quite futile to attempt to induce anyone to talk about
serious matters just now--for the coming week all Society belonged
to the horse. The parties which went to church on Sunday morning
talked about horses on the way, and the crowds that gathered in
front of the church door to watch them descend from their
automobiles, and to get "points" on their conspicuous
costumes--these would read about horses all afternoon in the Sunday
papers, and about the gowns which the women would wear at the show.

Some of the party went up on Sunday evening; Montague went with the