He clanked out of the room and left Jackson to himself. Peregrine picked up the note and read it again, and there was again a struggle within him. Should he face or flee the temptation? He felt that the latter alternative was hardly possible, and then it would be cowardly. No, he was going to deliberately try his strength against himself; the battle should be fought out to the end. He would face the trouble and he would conquer. He felt that the love that had sprung into being, like Pallas, full armed, could only be conquered by grappling it by the throat. He could not run from himself, and he would not if he could. So he wrote a few lines accepting the invitation, and then, deliberately tearing Ruys's letter up into the smallest fragments, turned to his files and plodded on steadily. He must have worked in this way for at least a couple of hours when an unaccountable feeling told him there was some one in the room. He looked up, but saw no one, and was just about to turn to his work again when something was thrust over his shoulder, and, turning round, he saw Anthony Pozendine. "What is it, Mr. Pozendine?" Anthony could hardly speak. He stammered out something about Mr. Hawkshawe--abuse--damfool--and, placing his complaint on the table before his chief, stood bolt upright at attention, for he was a volunteer. Jackson patiently read every line of the four pages of foolscap, and then turned gravely on Anthony. "Mr. Pozendine, you are on very dangerous ground. If your story about the abuse is true, you have perhaps a little cause of complaint; but as for the rest, it is absurd. Do you know what you are saying about Mr. Hawkshawe?" "Yes, sir. It is true. I will go into court and swear; so also will Mr. Iyer." Peregrine touched a bell. "Send Mr. Iyer here," he said to the messenger. A minute after Mr. Iyer came. He stepped into the room briskly, seemed a trifle surprised to see Anthony, but said nothing. "Mr. Iyer," said Jackson, "Mr. Pozendine here says you are prepared to bear him out in certain statements he makes. Perhaps, Mr. Pozendine, you had better explain." "Yes, sir," said Anthony, while the Madrassee's face assumed an expression of the utmost concern. "You know what I have written here?" said Anthony. "No," replied Iyer, holding up a deprecating hand, "I know nothing." "Didn't Mr. Hawkshawe call me a damfool?" "Every one say so, but I didn't hear. I know nothing." "The man is frightened, sir," said Anthony to Jackson. "There is no necessity to be frightened, Mr. Iyer; you can speak freely." "Frightened!" said Mr. Iyer. "Why should I be frightened? I am an honest man, of a large family, and will speak the truth." Anthony's face brightened up as he asked, "Didn't Mr. Hawkshawe take money?"