XXXIV. On Board the "Starlight" 285

XXXV. Intervention 297

XXXVI. Finality 304

Epilogue 311




SWIRLING WATERS




CHAPTER I

THE WHIRLPOOL


On the crucial night of his career, 14 March, 191-, Clifford Matheson,
financier, was speeding in a taxi-cab to the Gare de Lyon.

He was a clean-limbed man of thirty-seven. There was usually a look of
masterfulness in the firm lines of his face, the straight, direct
glance, the stiff, close-cut moustache. But to-night his eyes were
tired, very tired. He leant back in a corner of the cab with drooping
shoulders as though utterly world-weary.