"Yes, but how?"

"I can't prophesy how Grafton will go about it, but I know what I
should do."

Virginia's smile was irresistible, but there was a look in the deepest
depth of the brown eyes that was sifting Mr. Arthur Jastrow to the
innermost sand-heap of his desert nature.

"How would you do it, Mr. Napoleon Jastrow?" she asked, giving him the
exact fillip on the side of gratified vanity.

"Oh, I'd fix him. He is in a frame of mind right now; and by the time
the lawyers are through drilling him in the trespass affair, he'll be
just spoiling for a row with somebody."

"Do you think so? Oh, how delicious! And then what?"

"Then I'd hire some plug-ugly to stumble up against him and pick a
quarrel with him. He'd do the rest--and land in the lock-up."

Those who knew her best said it was a warning to be heeded in Miss
Virginia Carteret when her eyes were downcast and her voice sank to
its softest cadence.

"Why, certainly; how simple!" she said, taking her cousin's arm again;
and the secretary went in to set the wires at work in Winton's affair.

Now Miss Carteret was a woman in every fiber of her, but among her