There could not have been two Thomas Webbs on board. I'm afraid
Killigrew swore; distant thunder, off behind the hills there. He
struck the desk with his balled fist. He knew it; it was that infernal
opal of Kitty's getting in its deadly work. And what would Kitty say?
What would she do?
He stood up and pulled down the roller-top violently. The crash of it
sent every clerk, bookkeeper and stenographer huddling over his or her
work. Two bangs all in one morning? What had happened to the coffee
market? As a matter of fact, coffee fell off a quarter point between
then and closing; which goes to prove that the stock-market depends
upon its business less in the matter of supply and demand than in
"signs."
On board the yacht Killigrew laid the affair before Crawford.
"What do you believe?"
"I've reached the point," said Crawford, "where I believe in nothing
except this young lady," and he laid his hand over his wife's. "For
ten years I had a valet named Mason. I would have staked my life on
his integrity, his honesty. He turned out to be an accomplished rogue.
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