ded, with an exclamation of
disgust. "Blantyre--that outsider!" Then he fell to thinking of all she
had told him. "Poor girl--poor girl!" he said aloud. "But she must not
come here, just the same. She doesn't see that it's not the thing, just
because she thinks I'm a Sir Galahad--me!" He glanced at the picture of
his mother, and nodded toward it tenderly. "So did she always. I might
have turned Kurd and robbed caravans, or become a Turk and kept
concubines, and she'd never have seen that it was so. But Al'mah
mustn't come here any more, for her own sake.... I'd find it hard to
explain if ever, by any chance--"

He fell to thinking of Jasmine, and looked at the clock. It was only
ten, and he would not see Jasmine till six; but if he had gone to South
Africa he would not have seen her at all! Fate and Wallstein had been
kind.

Presently, as he went to the hall to put on his coat and hat to go out,
he met Barry Whalen. Barry looked at him curiously; then, as though
satisfied, he said: "Early morning visitor, eh? I just met her coming
away. Card of thanks for kind services au theatre, eh?"

"Well, it isn't any business of yours what it is, Barry," came the
reply in tones which congealed.

"No, perhaps not," answered his visitor, testily, for he had had a
night of much excitement, and, after all, this was no way to speak to a
friend, to a partner who had followed his lead always. Friendship
should be allowed some latitude, and he had said hundreds of things
less carefully to Byng in the past. The past--he was suddenly conscious
that Byng had changed within the past few days, and that he seemed to
have put restraint on himself. Well, he would get back at him just the
same for the snub.

"It's none of my business," he retorted, "but it's a good deal of
Adrian Fellowes' business--"

"What is a good deal of Adrian Fellowes' business?"

"Al'mah coming to your rooms. Fellowes is her man. Going to marry her,
I suppose," he added, cynically.

Byng's jaw set and his eyes became cold. "Still, I'd suggest your
minding your own business, Barry. Your tongue will get you into trouble
some day.... You've seen Wallstein this morning--and Fleming?"

Barry replied sullenly, and the day's pressing work began, with the
wires busy under the seas.

CHAPTER VI

WITHIN THE POWER-HOUSE

At a few moments before six o'clock Byng was shown into Jasmine's
sitting-room. As he entered, the man who sat at the end of the front
row o