"
"No, I think it was the way you handled the message. You're a wizard at a
speech, you know."
"Thanks."
He glanced up, for Alphonse was waiting at his elbow.
"You're wanted on the telephone, monsieur."
"You can't get away from business even for an hour, can you?" she rallied.
"My heaven ,wouldn't suit you at all, unless I smuggled in a trust for you
to fight."
"I expect it is Eaton," he explained. "Steve phoned down to the office that
he isn't feeling well to-day. I asked him to have me called up here. If he
isn't better, I'm going to drop round and see him."
But when she caught sight of his face as he returned she knew it was serious.
"What's the matter? Is it Mr. Eaton? Is he very ill?" she cried.
His face was set like broken ice refrozen. "Yes, it's Eaton. They say--but
it can't be true!"
She had never seen him so moved. "What is it, Waring?"
"The boy has sold me out. He is at the courthouse now, undoing my work--the
Judas!"
The angry blood swept imperiously into her cheeks. "Don't waste any more
time with me, Waring. Go--go and save yourself from the traitor.
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