1It was rarely that Derek Kettering allowed his temper to get the better of him. An easy-going insouciance was his chief characteristic, and it had stood him in good stead in more than one tight corner. Even now, by the time he had left Mirelle's flat, he had cooled down. He had need of coolness. The corner he was in now was a tighter one than he had ever been in before, and unforeseen factors had arisen with which, for the moment, he did not know how to deal.

2He strolled along deep in thought. His brow was furrowed, and there was none of the easy, jaunty manner which sat so well upon him. Various possibilities floated through his mind. It might have been said of Derek Kettering that he was less of a fool than he looked. He saw several roads that he might take—one in particular. If he shrank from it, it was for the moment only. Desperate ills need desperate remedies. He had gauged his father-in-law correctly. A war between Derek Kettering and Rufus Van Aldin could end only one way. Derek damned money and the power of money vehemently to himself. He walked up St. James's Street, across Piccadilly, and strolled along it in the direction of Piccadilly Circus. As he passed the offices of Messrs. Thomas Cook & Sons his footsteps slackened. He walked on, however, still turning the matter over in his mind. Finally, he gave a brief nod of his head, turned sharply—so sharply as to collide with a couple of pedestrians who were following in his footsteps, and went back the way he had come. This time he did not pass Cook's, but went in. The office was comparatively empty, and he got attended to at once.

3"I want to go to Nice next week. Will you give me particulars?"

4"What date, sir?"

5"The 14th. What is the best train?"

6"Well, of course, the best train is what they call the 'Blue Train.' You avoid the tiresome Customs business at Calais."

7Derek nodded. He knew all this, none better.

8"The 14th," murmured the clerk; "that is rather soon. The Blue Train is nearly always all booked up."

9"See if there is a berth left," said Derek. "If there is not—" He left the sentence unfinished, with a curious smile on his face.

10The clerk disappeared for a few minutes, and presently returned.

11"That is all right, sir; still three berths left. I will book you one of them. What name?"

12"Pavett," said Derek. He gave the address of his rooms in Jermyn Street.

13The clerk nodded, finished writing it down, wished Derek good morning politely, and turned his attention to the next client.

14"I want to go to Nice—on the 14th. Isn't there a train called the Blue Train?"

15Derek looked round sharply.

16Coincidence—a strange coincidence. He remembered his own half-whimsical words to Mirelle, "Portrait of a lady with grey eyes. I don't suppose I shall ever see her again." But he had seen her again, and, what was more, she proposed to travel to the Riviera on the same day as he did.

17Just for a moment a shiver passed over him; in some ways he was superstitious. He had said, half-laughingly, that this woman might bring him bad luck. Suppose—suppose that should prove to be true. From the doorway he looked back at her as she stood talking to the clerk. For once his memory had not played him false. A lady—a lady in every sense of the word. Not very young, not singularly beautiful. But with something—grey eyes that might perhaps see too much. He knew as he went out of the door that in some way he was afraid of this woman. He had a sense of fatality.

18He went back to his rooms in Jermyn Street and summoned his man.

19"Take this cheque, Pavett, cash it first thing in the morning, and go around to Cook's in Piccadilly. They will have some tickets there booked in your name, pay for them, and bring them back."

20"Very good, sir."

21Pavett withdrew.

22Derek strolled over to a side-table and picked up a handful of letters. They were of a type only too familiar. Bills, small bills and large bills, one and all pressing for payment. The tone of the demands was still polite. Derek knew how soon that polite tone would change if—if certain news became public property.

23He flung himself moodily into a large, leather-covered chair. A damned hole—that was what he was in. Yes, a damned hole! And ways of getting out of that damned hole were not too promising.

24Pavett appeared with a discreet cough.

25"A gentleman to see you—sir—Major Knighton."

26"Knighton, eh?"

27Derek sat up, frowned, became suddenly alert. He said in a softer tone, almost to himself: "Knighton—I wonder what is in the wind now?"

28"Shall I—er—show him in, sir?"

29His master nodded. When Knighton entered the room he found a charming and genial host awaiting him.

30"Very good of you to look me up," said Derek.

31Knighton was nervous.

32The other's keen eyes noticed that at once. The errand on which the secretary had come was clearly distasteful to him. He replied almost mechanically to Derek's easy flow of conversation. He declined a drink, and, if anything, his manner became stiffer than before. Derek appeared at last to notice it.

33"Well," he said cheerfully, "what does my esteemed father-in-law want with me? You have come on his business, I take it?"

34Knighton did not smile in reply.

35"I have, yes," he said carefully. "I—I wish Mr. Van Aldin had chosen some one else."

36Derek raised his eyebrows in mock dismay.

37"Is it as bad as all that? I am not very thin skinned, I can assure you, Knighton."

38"No," said Knighton; "but this—"

39He paused.

40Derek eyed him keenly.

41"Go on, out with it," he said kindly. "I can imagine my dear father-in-law's errands might not always be pleasant ones."

42Knighton cleared his throat. He spoke formally in tones that he strove to render free of embarrassment.

43"I am directed by Mr. Van Aldin to make you a definite offer."

44"An offer?" For a moment Derek showed his surprise. Knighton's opening words were clearly not what he had expected. He offered a cigarette to Knighton, lit one himself, and sank back in his chair, murmuring in a slightly sardonic voice:

45"An offer? That sounds rather interesting."

46"Shall I go on?"

47"Please. You must forgive my surprise, but it seems to me that my dear father-in-law has rather climbed down since our chat this morning. And climbing down is not what one associates with strong men, Napoleons of finance, etc. It shows—I think it shows that he finds his position weaker than he thought it."

48Knighton listened politely to the easy, mocking voice, but no sign of any kind showed itself on his rather stolid countenance. He waited until Derek had finished, and then he said quietly:

49"I will state the proposition in the fewest possible words."

50"Go on."

51Knighton did not look at the other. His voice was curt and matter-of-fact.

52"The matter is simply this. Mrs. Kettering, as you know, is about to file a petition for divorce. If the case goes undefended you will receive one hundred thousand on the day that the decree is made absolute."

53Derek, in the act of lighting his cigarette, suddenly stopped dead.

54"A hundred thousand!" he said sharply. "Dollars?"

55"Pounds."

56There was dead silence for at least two minutes. Kettering had his brows together thinking. A hundred thousand pounds. It meant Mirelle and a continuance of his pleasant, carefree life. It meant that Van Aldin knew something. Van Aldin did not pay for nothing. He got up and stood by the chimney-piece.

57"And in the event of my refusing his handsome offer?" he asked, with a cold, ironical politeness.

58Knighton made a deprecating gesture.

59"I can assure you, Mr. Kettering," he said earnestly, "that it is with the utmost unwillingness that I came here with this message."

60"That's all right," said Kettering. "Don't distress yourself; it's not your fault. Now then—I asked you a question, will you answer it?"

61Knighton also rose. He spoke more reluctantly than before.

62"In the event of your refusing this proposition," he said, "Mr. Van Aldin wished me to tell you in plain words that he proposes to break you. Just that."

63Kettering raised his eyebrows, but he retained his light, amused manner.

64"Well, well!" he said, "I suppose he can do it. I certainly should not be able to put up much of a fight against America's man of millions. A hundred thousand! If you are going to bribe a man there is nothing like doing it thoroughly. Supposing I were to tell you that for two hundred thousand I'd do what he wanted, what then?"

65"I would take your message back to Mr. Van Aldin," said Knighton unemotionally. "Is that your answer?"

66"No," said Derek; "funnily enough it is not. You can go back to my father-in-law and tell him to take himself and his bribes to hell. Is that clear?"

67"Perfectly," said Knighton. He got up, hesitated, and then flushed. "I—you will allow me to say, Mr. Kettering, that I am glad you have answered as you have."

68Derek did not reply. When the other had left the room he remained for a minute or two lost in thought. A curious smile came to his lips.

69"And that is that," he said softly.