to carry itself, his son can't carry it for him. That's the way of life.
How many sons have ever added to their father's fame? The instances are
very few. In the modern world, I can only think of the Pitts in England.
There's no one else."

The girl now smiled again. The best part in her was stirred. She saw.
Her mind changed. After a moment she said: "I think you're altogether
right about it. Carnac, you have your own career to make, so make it
as it best suits yourself. I'm sorry I spoke to your father as I did.
I pitied him, and I thought you'd find scope for your talents in the
business. It's a big game, but I see now it isn't yours, Carnac."

He nodded, smiling. "That's it; that's it, I hate the whole thing."

She shook hands. As his hand enclosed her long slim fingers, he felt he
wished never to let them go, they were so thrilling; but he did, for the
thought of Luzanne came to his mind.

"Good-bye, Junia, and don't forget that John Grier's firm is the foe of
the Belloc business," he said satirically.

She laughed, and went down the hill quickly, and as she went Carnac
thought he had never seen so graceful a figure.

"What an evil Fate sent Luzanne my way!" he said.

Two days later there came an ugly incident on the river. There was a
collision between a gang of John Grier's and Belloc's men and one of
Grier's men was killed. At the inquest, it was found that the man met
his death by his own fault, having first attacked a Belloc man and