Edward continued steadily. "I shall not be doing that. I've looked into the matter--I've had my lawyer do it--for I'm no business man. He says it's a good investment, and I'm willing to go into it. I'd do almost anything to forward either your interests or Judith's. All I can do for Sarah is to see that she has every comfort it's possible to give her at a sanatorium. I made a mistake in taking her out and bringing her here, after she had been shut away from Westmore for twelve years. No wonder her poor brain went wild again and drove her to the Mine Banks. I learned my lesson. I'll never forget that night when you and the rest went after her and we waited here, all of us certain that she had done away with herself. We've Ben Brokaw to thank for having saved us that tragedy." He looked up at his brother. "You see, Garvin, the thing I'm living for now is the Westmore family. I don't want the family to go under. You have splendid blood in you--in spite of the unfortunate inheritance our father gave you. But if you don't give yourself all the help you can, you are done for. I'd give a good deal if you would take hold on life, use your will to create something of a future for yourself. I know how hard it is to do it in this environment, so I'd be glad to have you get out of it, and glad to help you do it." "Would you advise me to marry and give Westmore an heir?" Garvin asked with bitter sarcasm. Edward was silent. "We can cut that possibility out of my future, then. All I want is a more normal sort of life than I've had, and I think I may get it away from here. I mean to get it--it'll save me if anything will. You happened to have been born before father started down hill--you and Judith are the fortunate ones--it's for you to give Westmore an heir." He ended more gravely than bitterly. "All that lies in the future," Edward returned quietly. He straightened. "Garvin, I'm willing to give you your chance away from here--I'll arrange with Baird to have you go at the earliest possible moment--will you promise in return that you will give up this thing which you have assured me was nothing but play on your part, with Ann?" Garvin was silent for a moment; then he said, "I want to go as soon as I can. But even if I have to wait around for a while, I promise I'll not go near Ann--that bit of play is ended." Edward studied him; their eyes met fairly. "Very well," he said. "I will see Baird to-morrow," and he rose. Garvin got up also, but at the door he stopped. "You've questioned me, Ed--before I go I'd like to ask a question or two." "Very well." "Who told you I met Ann?" "I can't answer that question." "Did Ann tell you?" "No--certainly not." "Then tell me this: What's your especial interest in Ann Penniman?"