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Radlett drew back into the shadow where the lamplight could not reveal
the expression of his face.
“All the prizes in life?” he queried with scornful emphasis. “No, not all
by a damn sight. You see, Stephen, I feel as if Fate had stood over me
with a deuced ironical smile, and said: ‘You shall have your every wish
in life—except the one thing that you want most of all—the one thing
that would make you happy.’”
“Hm,” murmured Loring, shaking out the embers from his pipe and gazing
into the empty bowl. “With any one else I should say that meant a woman;
but with you it could not be.”
“Why not with me as well as with any other man?”
“Because there is no woman alive who would be fool enough to refuse you.”
“Bless your heart, Stephen! It is only your blind loyalty that makes you
think me irresistible.”
“Do you mean that there really is a woman so benighted? What is she
thinking of?”
“I imagine,” answered Radlett slowly, “that you might change that ‘what’
to _whom_.”
“You would have me believe that knowing you, she prefers some one else?”
asked Loring incredulously. “Why, Baird, it is impossible.”
“By no means. I think I know the man.”
Loring’s blood boiled. “Who is the brute?” he cried out. “Tell me and I
will kill him, break his neck, shoot him.”
Baird smiled wryly, blew a cloud of smoke toward the roof, and observed:
“If I were you, Stephen, I would do nothing rash. But come, we have
talked long enough of me and my affairs. Let us talk now about you and
yours! Suppose, for instance, you tell me why you turned the color of a
meerschaum pipe when Miss Cameron appeared in the doorway to-night.”
Loring started and looked quickly at Radlett. “You noticed that, did you?
Well, you have quick eye and a gift for drawing conclusions, but they may
not always be right.”
“Not always, no; but this time they are, aren’t they? Be honest, Stephen,
are you or are you not in love with Jean Cameron?”
“Excuse me, but that can not interest you to know.”
“Perhaps not, and perhaps it is a damned impertinence to inquire, but
after all an old friendship gives some privileges.”
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