trouble to think at all. Their minds are perfectly made up as to
what they are going to do. However, that's finished. I have
nothing more to say.

Dorward gazed for a minute or two fixedly out of the window.

"Look here, Bellamy," he said, turning abruptly round, "supposing
I change my mind, supposing I open this precious document and let
you read it over with me?"

Bellamy rose hastily to his feet.

"You must not think of it!" he exclaimed. "You would simply
write my death-warrant. Don't allude to that matter again. I
have risked enough in coming in here to sit with you."

"Then, for Heaven's sake, don't stop any longer!" Dorward said
irritably. "You get on my nerves with all this foolish talk. In
an hour's time I am going to bolt my door and go to sleep. We'll
breakfast together in the morning, if you like."

Bellamy said nothing. The steward had brought them the whiskies
and sodas which Dorward had ordered. Bellamy raised his tumbler
to his lips and set it down again.

"Forgive me," he said, "I do not think that I am thirsty."

Dorward drank his off at a gulp. Almost immediately he closed his
eyes. Bellamy, with a little shrug of the shoulders, left him
alone. As he passed along to his own coupe, he met Louise in the