"I was talking to my solicitors to-day, and, of course, Mr. Despard’s name cropped up." "Why of course?" Jim asked. There was a moment’s hesitation before his father replied. "I had instructed my brokers to apply for a rather large number of shares in this—this radium mine when it is floated. I found it necessary to realise certain securities. My solicitors did not seem to have a very good opinion of Mr. Despard. They confessed they did not know much about him. They seemed to think him a man of straw. He has already been connected with one or two companies—rubber and oil, I believe, both of which went into liquidation shortly after they had been promoted. As you know, I’m one of the syndicate of this radium mine." "I don’t know anything about the game," Jim admitted. "But I didn’t know that Despard had convinced you there was anything but water in the old Blackthorn mine. I’m sure he’s a rotter. You’re not worried, are you? I mean, he hasn’t done you for any amount?" "He hasn’t done me at all," Sir Reginald replied testily. "He started by forming a little syndicate, and I—but you wouldn’t understand. You mustn’t forget we had expert opinion, and the reports read so well. If by any chance the venture fails—well, it would hit us rather badly. You must not forget," he added hastily, "that property has been depreciating lately, and that, in consequence, my income has been dwindling, and just when this fellow Despard came along I was looking about for a good investment." Jim laughed and pressed his father’s arm. He knew that Sir Reginald had been thinking of his future more than of himself. "The desire for wealth has never troubled me, guv’nor. Love in a cottage sounds sentimental rot, I know; but one’s got to live somewhere, and as long as I’ve got work and the woman I want, a cottage will be good enough for me. Here’s the Ingenue Theatre, so you had better leave me now unless you want to lose your reputation!" Sir Reginald laughed. "I understand that the stage-door of a London theatre is a damned sight more respectable than the most fashionable matrimonial office, and that unless a man can produce a marriage licence he don’t stand a chance of getting inside nowadays." In answer to Jim’s question the doorkeeper told him Miss Strode was playing, and that she generally left the theatre about eleven o’clock. Jim left his card, and said he would return at that hour. He arrived punctually, and had not to wait long before Ruby made her appearance. He had never met her before, and at first he was not impressed. She treated him brusquely, and asked him plainly to state his business. He explained who he was and told her he had brought her a message from a friend. She looked him up and down, and he read mistrust in her eyes. "Perhaps you’ll walk as far as the end of the street with me," he suggested. She nodded. He told her he was engaged to be married to Rupert Dale’s sister. "Can you guess from whom I bring a message?"