As Mr Holland stood with knitted brows his cousin gave him a friendly pat upon the back. Mr Holland whirled round to him in a manner which was distinctly not friendly. 'How dare you touch me, sir!' 'My dear Guy! May not a cousin give a cousinly salutation to a cousin? My congratulations, my dear boy. You're sure to be the heir. You always were so clever at diddling a woman.' The blood showed even through Mr Holland's bronzed cheeks; his clenched fists twitched. The other, however, paid no heed to these signs and portents. 'I believe you managed to diddle Miss Bewicke once before, eh, Guy?' He turned upon his heels, with a little movement of his shoulders. 'Let's hope you'll succeed the second time as well as I've been given to understand you did the first. Good-bye. Good luck, dear boy. Collyer, I'll look in on you again.' Mr Horace Burton strolled from the room. Presently Mr Holland followed him. 'I, also, Mr Collyer, will talk things over when I look in again. I don't feel equal to the task just now.' He said to himself as he was going down the stairs, 'Nice to have to rob your old sweetheart to keep yourself out of the gutter. He knew very well there had been passages between us; so he set me the dirtiest job to do which he could think of. The brute! I'd better have stayed in Africa than have come back to this. I wonder what Letty'll say.' The solicitor, left alone, leaning back in his chair, stroked his chin with his hand as if to discover whether it wanted shaving. 'They don't know that Miss May Bewicke is Mr Samuel Collyer's niece. I fancy that there are only one or two persons who are aware that he has a niece upon the stage. George Burton certainly was not.' He smiled as if his own thoughts tickled him. CHAPTER III MISS BROAD COMMANDS They were in Regent's Park again; at the same place; on the same seat. She said to him as he came up,-- 'I told papa that you were here. I'm of age, and I suppose I'm entitled to do as I please; but I made up my mind that I'd have no secrecy. It's degrading.' 'Well, degrading's strong. And what did papa say?' 'I mentioned, at the same time, that your uncle was dead, and under the circumstances he perhaps thought it advisable not to say much. At anyrate he didn't.' 'He might have done; and he will do soon.' Something in his tone caught her ear. 'Guy! What's the matter? You don't mean--?' 'Not exactly, though I'm not sure it isn't worse.' She half rose from the seat. 'Has he left you nothing?' He told her the purport of his uncle's will; she listening eager-eyed and open-mouthed. 'Do you mean to say that you're to get this ridiculous ring out of Miss Bewicke's possession in four days, by fair means or foul?' He nodded. 'But it's monstrous.' 'It is a pretty tall order?' 'What do you propose to do?' 'I propose to call upon Miss Bewicke.' In a moment, without any warning, she was standing up beside him stiff and straight.