and Anstice turned
from the window with an oddly reluctant movement.

The golden day was dying, slowly, in the west. In the clear green sky
one or two silver stars shone steadily, and in the little garden beyond
the house the white moths circled eagerly round the tall yellow evening
primroses which reared arrogant heads among their sleeping brother and
sister flowers.

Anstice's room was lighted only by a couple of candles, placed on the
writing-table; but neither man desired a brilliant light
to-night--Anstice because he realized that this interview was a fateful
one, Cheniston because, although he had come here with the intention of
making havoc of a man's life, he was not particularly anxious to watch
that man's face during the process.

"Yes. I see you have come." Anstice pointed to a chair. "Sit down, won't
you? And will you have a drink?"

"No, thanks." Somehow Anstice's manner made Cheniston feel
uncomfortable; and it was suddenly impossible to accept hospitality of
any kind from his rival.

"Well?" As Cheniston made no attempt to seat himself, Anstice, too,
stood upright, and the two faced one another with the lighted candles
between them.

"I wonder----" Cheniston drew out his cigarette case and selected a
cigarette, which he proceeded to light with extreme care. "I wonder if
you have any idea what I have come to say?"

On his side Anstice took a cigarette from an open box before him, but he
did not light it, yet.

"I was never very good at guessing conundrums," he said coolly. "Suppose
you tell me, without more ado, why you have--honoured me to-night?"

His tone, the deliberate pause before he uttered the word, showed
Cheniston plainly that his motive was suspected, and his manner
hardened.

"I will tell you, as you wish, without more ado," he said. "Only--it is
always a little awkward to introduce a lady's name."

"Awkward, yes; and sometimes unnecessary." Anstice's eyes, stern beneath
their level brows, met the other man's in a definitely hostile gaze.
"Are you quite sure it is necessary now?"

"I think so." His tone was every whit as hostile. "The lady to whom I
refer is, as you have doubtless guessed by now, Miss Wayne."

"I gathered as much from your manner." Anstice spoke coldly. "Well? I
really don't see why Miss Wayne's name should be mentioned between us,
but----"

"Don't you?" Cheniston's blue eyes gleamed in his brown face. "I think
you do. Look here, Anstice. There is nothing to