She knew men. She looked at him keenly. Her veil was lifted above her eyes and its shadow framed her small pale face on which there were marks of utter disenchantment, of great ennui. She said languidly: “What I want to know is, what you are going to do for Dan?” “I told you I would share with him.” “Then he will be nearly as rich?” “He’ll have more than is good for him.” That satisfied her. Then she pursued: “I want you to stand by him. He will need you.” Ruggles lifted the hand he held and kissed it reverently. “I’ll do anything you say—anything you say.” Down-stairs in the Savoy, as Dan had done countless times, Ruggles waited until he saw her motor car carry her and her small luggage and Higgins away. In their sitting-room in the Carlton a half-hour later the door was thrown open and Dan Blair came in like a madman. Without preamble he seized Ruggles by the arm. “Look here,” he cried, “what have you been doing? Tell me now, and tell me the truth, or, by God, I don’t know what I’ll do. You went to the Savoy. You went there twice. Anyhow, where is she?” Dan, slender as he was beside Ruggles’ great frame, shook the elder man as though he had been a terrier. “Speak to me. Where has she gone?” He stared in the Westerner’s face, his eyes bloodshot. “Why in thunder don’t you say something?” And Ruggles prayed for some power to unloose his thickening tongue. “You say she’s gone?” he questioned. “I say,” said the boy, “that you’ve been meddling in my affairs with the woman I love. I don’t know what you have said to her, but it’s only your age that keeps me from striking you. Don’t you know,” he cried, “that you are spoiling my life? Don’t you know that?” A torrent of feeling coming to his lips, his eyes suffused, the tears rolled down his face. He walked away into his own room, remained there a few moments, and when he came out again he carried in his hand his valise, which he put down with a bang on the table. More calmly, but still in great anger, he said to his father’s friend: “Now, can you tell me what you’ve done or not?” “Dan,” said Ruggles with difficulty, “if you will sit down a moment we can—” The boy laughed in his face. “Sit down!” he cried. “Why, I think you must have lost your reason. I have chartered a motor car out there and the damned thing has burst a tire and they are fixing it up for me. It will be ready in about two minutes and then I am going to follow wherever she has gone. She crossed to Paris, but I can get there before she can even with this damned accident. But, before I go, I want you to tell me what you said.” “Why,” said Ruggles quietly, “I told her you were poor, and she turned you down.” His words were faint.