"The clause which - at my death - makes you sole owner of the whole
concession. You see - the odds were scarcely even, were they? It
wasn't likely anything would happen to you!"

"I planned the thing," Trent said, "and I saw it through! You did
nothing but find a bit of brass. It was only square that the odds
should be in my favour. Besides, you agreed. You signed the thing."

"But I wasn't quite well at the time," Monty faltered. "I didn't
quite understand. No, Trent, it's not quite fair. I did a bit of
the work at least, and I'm paying for it with my life!"

"What's it matter to you now?" Trent said, with unintentional
brutality. "You can't take it with you."

Monty raised himself a little. His eyes, lit with feverish fire,
were fastened upon the other man.

"There's my little girl!" he said hoarsely. "I'd like to leave her
something. If the thing turns out big, Trent, you can spare a small
share. There's a letter here! It's to my lawyers. They'll tell
you all about her."

Trent held out his hands for the letter.

"All right," he said, with sullen ungraciousness. "I'll promise
something. I won't say how much! We'll see."

"Trent, you'll keep your word," Monty begged. "I'd like her to