"David!" she cried. "David!"

But she heard only his footsteps upon the stairs, swift and stealthy.
In the hall he turned and looked up at her. She was leaning over the
banisters.

"Take some money, at least," she said. "See, I have dropped my purse."

He watched it where it lay within a few feet of him, burst open with the
drop, and with the gleam of gold showing from one of the compartments.
He made no movement to pick it up. It seemed to her that as he passed
out he shrank from it. From the window she watched him turn the corner
of the street and vanish in the shadows.



CHAPTER XXXI

DREXLEY FORESEES DANGER

It was house-dinner night at the club, and there was a larger gathering
even than usual. Douglas was there, light-hearted and in capital
spirits, taking his first holiday for a week. Things were going well
enough with him now. His novel was nearly finished, and the last few
articles he had written for the Courier had brought a special visit from
Rawlinson, who had patted him on the back and raised his salary. He
felt like a man who had buffeted his way through the rough waters into
the smooth shelter of the harbour--already he had almost forgotten how
near they had come to closing over his head. Spring was coming, and the