d, "what you did didn't help you,
though it hurt me perhaps."

"I told him he had a strong position. Then he took it. Hullo, here we
are in Pall Mall. Now you see, don't you, Major?"

"No, I don't." Duplay was short in manner again.

"You don't see any parallel between Bob's position and our friend's up
there in Mount Street?" Harry laughed again as he held out his hand.
"Well, you tell the story to Iver and see if he does," he suggested.

"Oh, that's what you mean?" growled Duplay.

"Yes," assented Harry, almost gleefully. "That's what I mean; only this
time it won't hurt you, and I think it will help me. You've done all you
could, you know."

The touch of patronage came again. Duplay had hard work to keep his
temper under. Yet now it was rather annoyance that he felt than the
black dislike that he used to harbor. Harry's misfortune had lessened
that. If only Harry had been more chastened by his misfortune the
annoyance might have gone too. Unfortunately, the young man seemed
almost exultant.

"Well, good-by. Write to Sloyd--unless Iver decides to come up. And
don't forget that little story about Bob Broadley! Because you'll find
it useful, if you think of frightening Sloyd. He can't move without
me--and I don't move without my price."

"You moved from Blent," Duplay reminded him, stung to a sudden malice.

"Yes," said Harry thoughtfully. "Yes, so I did. Well, I suppose I had my
price. Good-by." He turned away and walked quickly down the street.

"What was his price?" asked the Major, puzzled. He was not aware that
Harry had got anything out of his surrender; and even Harry himself
seemed rather to conclude that, since he had moved, he must have got his
price than to say that he had got it or to be able to tell what it was.

But all that was not the question now. Duplay sought the telegraph
office and informed Iver of the uncompromising attitude of the enemy. He
added that Harry Tristram was in the business and that Harry suggested
an interview. It was perhaps the most significant tribute that Harry had
yet received when, after a few minutes of surprise and a few more of
consideration, Iver telegraphed back that he would come up to town, and
wished an appointment to be made for him with Mr Tristram. It was
something to force Napoleon to come to the Peninsula.

In fact, the only thing that could upset Iver's plans was blank
defiance. Reviewing his memories of Harry Tristram, he knew that
defiance was just