that he had about accomplished it, when David Hull appeared. A
new personality; a plausible personality, deceptive because
self-deceiving--yet not so thoroughly self-deceived that it was
in danger of hindering its own ambition. David Hull--just the
kind of respectable, popular figurehead and cloak the desperate
Kelly- House conspiracy needed.

How far had the ``army of education'' prepared the people for
seeing through this clever new fraud upon them? Victor Dorn
could not judge. He hoped for the best; he was prepared for the
worst.

The better to think out the various problems of the new
situation, complicated by his apparent debt of gratitude to Davy,
Victor went forth into the woods very early the next morning. He
wandered far, but ten o'clock found him walking in the path in
the strip of woods near the high road along the upper side of the
park. And when Jane Hastings appeared, he was standing looking
in the direction from which she would have to come. It was
significant of her state of mind that she had given small
attention to her dress that morning. Nor was she looking her
best in expression or in color. Her eyes and her skin suggested
an almost sleepless night.

He did not advance. She came rapidly as if eager to get over
that embarrassing space in which each could see the other, yet
neither could speak without raising the voice. When she was near
she said:

``You think you owe something to Davy Hull for what he did?''