"You see," he said significantly, "Lord Cuthbertson's striking change of manner when I am here to face him out. I repeat to you that he dare not deny what I have just told you, although it suited his purpose well enough to blacken my name when I was not here to speak up for myself. The point for you now to consider," he went on in a lower tone, "is, as a man of honour, not whether you can take up the cause of Lord Cuthbertson but if you can throw me over on such flimsy, unsubstantial talk as this has been." "If he doesn't, Doris shall never speak to him again," cut in Colonel Napier, who was an old Anglo-Indian, and nothing if not a most persistent fire-eater. Don Jose turned as swiftly as though he had been stung by a snake. "Colonel, that is not worthy of you," he cried. "I beg you withdraw it for your own sake, for I warn you most solemnly that before a day has gone you will regret it." "And I, as an Englishman, jealous of my country's success, refuse," thundered the old soldier. "Let it be enough that I have spoken. Mr Glynn can make his own choice." And throwing back his shoulders he stalked impressively out of the room. Almost unobserved, too, the Secretary for Foreign Affairs and Earl Fotheringay had also manoeuvred their steps towards the doorway; and now, when Casteno tried to speak with them, they took advantage of a pause created by the sudden rattle of the colonel's carriage as he drove towards the Strand to slip out of the room. A minute later there arose the sound of a loud commotion, as of doors banged and of horses urged to a gallop, and both of their broughams followed hard in the old soldier's wake. "You see," said Don Jose to me, with a little bitterness, "they are not men big enough to face me out over this matter. They prefer to fling their poisoned darts at me and to leave them to work their own mischief, whilst they scuttle off like naughty children who have thrown some stones through a window and are quite content with the sight of the damage they have done, without a thought of the anguish of the householder. Well, well! all this is the trouble which you will no doubt remember that I, at least, expected and warned you against when I asked you to join forces with me. I must not now rail against my own fate, but I do appeal to you--give me a fair chance, do not desert me." For an instant I wavered. This quest now had assumed truly gigantic dimensions. Even Cooper-Nassington seemed only a dim, far-off figure against the overwhelming personality of Cuthbertson. More than that, I knew if I clung to Casteno I should have one of the most stern fights with Colonel Napier, who would stop at nothing to keep Doris apart from me.