“Then let them come to me,” said Dick. “I’ll give them all the explanation they need, and they’ll be sorry they asked. As for newspaper men--I eat ’em alive!” Still his brother was not wholly mollified. “What made her do it? Do you think she’s found somebody else she likes better?” He peered at Dick in his short-sighted way. “That would make it even worse. I’m very annoyed with Arthur Gwyn. He threw this girl at me----” “Don’t let us talk about it,” said Dick sharply. “It isn’t a very dignified attitude to take.” His brother looked at the letter dubiously. “What am I to do?” “Write a charming letter, freeing her,” said Dick. “You can do no less.” “But do you think she’s got another man in her eye?” demanded Harry. “She has probably a dozen,” said the other brutally. “Do as I tell you, Harry.” And Harry Chelford went grumbling back to the library. So she had done it! Dick hardly knew whether to be elated or depressed. A week ago he would have been the happiest man in England; to-day… he shrugged his broad shoulders, pulled his pipe from his pocket, and savagely stuffed tobacco into the bowl. This would mean a break, for a time, at any rate, between the Gwyns and Harry, and there arose an alarming thought. Suppose Harry transferred his legal business to another firm? That would mean ruin for Arthur Gwyn. Dick had so far been able to cover up the defalcations of Leslie Gwyn’s brother, and in a few months he could have obliterated all trace without hurt to the estate. But at this stage, if Harry insisted---- “His lordship would like to see you, sir.” The second footman had come up unnoticed behind him. Dick steeled himself for the interview and went in. His brother was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, his hair rumpled, and an angry frown puckering the white skin of his forehead. “Dick, I’m going to cut out these Gwyns,” he said. “I want you to ask your lawyers to take over from Arthur, and tell them to be deuced careful and check every item. That fellow handles my mother’s estate, and roughly I think he must have nearly fifty thousand pounds in securities. If there’s a penny missing, Dick, I’ll jail the fellow--I will, by God! He’s made a fool of me before all the county, and if I get half a chance I’m going to get back on him.” Dick’s heart sank. “What lawyers do you suggest?” “Sampson & Howard. They’re good people and they’re not too friendly with Arthur. Will you take that in hand, Dick?” Dick Alford nodded. As soon as he could escape from his brother’s presence, he went round to the garage and, taking out his car, drove to Willow House. Arthur was still on the lawn, walking up and down, and from his attitude of depression Dick gathered that something unusual had happened. Possibly he had been told about the breaking off of the engagement. But here he attributed the wrong cause. “I want to see you, Gwyn.” Arthur Gwyn started and turned at the sound of the voice. “Hullo!” he said awkwardly. “Does Harry know?”