Kenyon gave him no chance to speak. "Not satisfied with wishing me 'bon voyage' over the wire, eh? By Jove, this is most friendly of you. You'll help kill the boring time before I drive off to the docks with all my duly and laboriously labelled luggage. Make yourself at home, old boy, and give me your news." He took his hat and stick and yellow gloves out of the one comfortable chair and waved his hand toward it. Graham remained standing. Having seen Peter lying in such a bed, inert and humiliated,--Peter, of all men,--he resented Kenyon's suave cordiality and glib complacency. "I've just come from Peter," he said. Kenyon burst out laughing. "Oh, do tell me! How does he look? Is his head as big as the dome of St. Paul's this morning? It ought to be. I gave him the sort of mixture that would blow most men skyhigh. It's never been known to fail." "It hasn't?" said Graham. "So you _did_ give it to him!" he added inwardly. "Good! You'll pay for _that_." "I was amazed to see the thirsty way our abstemious Peter lapped it down. I've a sneaking notion that he liked it. It was on an empty stomach, too. He seems to have been in an emotional mood yesterday--tramping the streets. Ye gods, how these sentimentalists go to pieces under the influence of a bit of a girl! He came up here fairly late, just after Belle--I mean, just after----" "Belle? Was Belle here last night, then?" Graham's voice rang out sharply. "Yes," said Kenyon, with a curious smile. After all, what did it matter now who knew? He was on the verge of sailing and he hoped that he might never see this family of Guthries again. "Yes, Belle was here." There was a look in the corners of Kenyon's eyes that sent a spasm of fear all through Graham's body. What was this man not capable of doing since he had deliberately turned Peter, his friend, over to a street-walker, having first rendered him senseless? "Then I'm here for Belle, as well," he said to himself, "and whatever you did you'll pay for that too." There was an empty cardboard collar-box on the floor. Kenyon gave it a spiteful kick. "Yes, Belle and I had,--what shall I call it?--a rather tender parting scene here last night,--quite tender, in fact. All very amusing in the sum total of things, eh? I was peculiarly ready for Peter when he dropped in. And, by the way, how on earth did you find out where he spent the night, learning, I trust, to shake off some of his Quaker notions?" "She rang me up," said Graham, whose fists were clenched so tightly that every finger contained a pulse. He was almost ready to hit--almost. He was only waiting for one other proof of this dirty dog's treachery.