"Then gladly will I set my hand to it." Fire stirred through
Justin now, a fire of righteous passion. "An idea - no more
than an idea - daunted me. You have shown me that. I cross
to England with you, Sir Richard, and let my Lord Ostermore
look to himself, for my name - I who have no right to any name
- my name is judgment!"

The exaltation fell from him as suddenly as it had mounted.
He dropped into a chair, thoughtful again and slightly ashamed
of his sudden outburst.

Sir Richard Everard watched with an eye of gloomy joy the man
whom he had been at such pains to school in self-control.

Overhead there was a sudden crackle of thunder, sharp and
staccato as a peal of demoniac laughter.




CHAPTER II

AT THE "ADAM AND EVE"


Mr. Caryll, alighted from his traveling chaise in the yard of
the "Adam and Eve," at Maidstone, on a sunny afternoon in May.
Landed at Dover the night before, he had parted company with
Sir Richard Everard that morning. His adoptive father had