CHAPTER III


Roger Hapgood lifted his pale, heavy-lidded eyes from the pages of his
magazine and regarded Conniston with a look from which not all
reproach had yet gone.

"I hope you've been enjoying yourself in this Eden of yours," he said,
sourly.

Conniston sent his hat spinning across the room, to lodge behind the
bed, and laughed.

"You've called the turn, Sobersides! I've been having the time of my
young life. And now all I have to do is sit tight to see--"

"See--what?" drawled Roger.

"I've laid a bet, and it's wedged so and hedged so that I win both
ways!" Greek chuckled gleefully at the memory of it.

"What sort of a bet?"

"Two hundred dollars!"

Hapgood put down his magazine and got to his feet, plainly concerned.
"You don't mean that, Greek?"