``How could I know his motives?--any man's motives?'' replied
Victor. ``No one can read men's hearts. All I ever consider is
actions. And the result of his actions is probably the defeat of
the League and the election of Dick Kelly.''

``I begin to understand,'' said Selma thoughtfully. ``But--I do
believe his motive was altogether good.''

``My dear girl,'' said Victor, ``the primer lesson in the life of
action is: `Never--NEVER look at motives. Action--only
actions--always actions.' The chief reason the human race is led
patiently round by the nose is its fondness for fussing about
motives. We are interested only in men's actions and the results
to our cause. Davy Hull's motives concern only himself-- and
those who care for him.'' Victor's eyes, twinkling
mischievously, shot a shrewd glance at Selma. ``You're not by
any chance in love with Davy?''

Selma colored high. ``Certainly not!'' she exclaimed
indignantly.

``Why not? Why not?'' teased Victor. ``He's tall and
handsome--and superbly solemn--and women always fancy a solemn
man has intellect and character. Not that Davy is a fool--by no
means. I'd be the last man to say that--I whom he has just
cleverly checkmated in one move.''

``You intended not to give bail! You intended to go to jail!''
exclaimed Selma abruptly. ``I see it all! How stupid I was!
Oh, I could cry, Victor! What a chance.''