"See here, Lois, I've just heard a whisper from Seattle that you cleaned up a lot of money out there. Good joke on me, wasn't it? I thought you were pretty thick with the Barkleys, but I didn't know he had let you into his deals. I want my share; if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have known Seattle was on the map. It's only fair; I'll call it fifty thousand and let it go at that." "Nothing; absolutely not a penny! I advise you to make yourself scarce. And if you attempt to annoy me while I'm here, I'll do something very unpleasant about it. I agreed to meet you to-night merely to tell you that." Kirkwood heard her step on the walk, and drew back. The light of the moon was full upon her. She was bareheaded and wrapped in a long coat. It was thus that he saw her again, in the shadow of the house where together they had kindled their hearth,--in the garden plot whose disorder and ruin were eloquent of her broken faith. She was moving away swiftly, with the light step he remembered. Holton gained her side in a long leap. "No, you don't! Not by a damned sight, you don't!" Kirkwood saw them both clearly in their attitude of antagonism--the wife who had wronged him, the friend who had betrayed him. "You don't shake me so easily. I want my share of the profits. It was a low trick--getting rid of me so you could spend your money on yourself; humiliating me by showing me up as a drunkard in the divorce court. I owe you a good one for that!" "Not a cent!" she repeated, lifting her head in mockery of his clumsy attempt to becloud the real issue. Her taunting tone maddened him; without warning he gripped her throat roughly. His tightening clasp stifled her cry as she struggled to free herself. Kirkwood stood suddenly beside them, caught Holton by the collar, and flung him back. Holton's arm was up instantly to ward off an expected blow. He turned guardedly, and his arm fell as he recognized Kirkwood. "So that's the ticket! It was a trap, was it?" And then his anger mounting, he flung round at Lois. "So this is what brought you back! Well, it doesn't lower my price any! He can have you and be damned to him, but I double my price!" "This is my property," said Kirkwood coldly; "if you don't leave instantly, I'll turn you over to the police." "She's come back to you, has she! Well, you needn't be so set up about it. She's anybody's woman for the asking; you ought to have learned that--" Kirkwood's stick fell with a sharp swish across his shoulders. "Leave these grounds at once or I'll send you to the lockup!"