On Saturday afternoon, when Montague went down to Harvey's Long
Island home, his brother met him at the ferry.

"Allan," he began, immediately, "did you know that Lucy had come
down here with Stanley Ryder?"

"Heavens, no!" exclaimed Montague. "Is Ryder down here?"

"He got Harvey to invite him," Oliver replied. "And I know it was
for no reason in the world but to be with Lucy. He took her out in
his automobile."

Montague was dumfounded.

"She never hinted it to me," he said.

"By God!" exclaimed Oliver, "I wonder if that fellow is going after
Lucy!"

Montague stood for some time, lost in sombre thought. "I don't think
it will do him much good," he said. "Lucy knows too much."

"Lucy has never met a man like Stanley Ryder!" declared the other.
"He has spent all his life hunting women, and she is no match for
him at all."

"What do you know about him?" asked Montague.

"What don't I know about him!" exclaimed the other. "He was in love