"Not of the firm of Allison, Russell & Joy?"
"The same, madam."
She looked at him with mingled wonder and regret. The firm name of Allison, Russell & Joy to her mind was a synonym for heartless destruction of happiness and life. The traffic itself was a great evil generality, and as such met condemnation. But in generalities, as in mountain ranges, there are specific points that tower out distinctively for consideration. Such a pinnacle of iniquity this liquor firm had seemed to Jean to be since her acquaintance with the Crowleys.
"You must be mistaken," she observed at length.
Gilbert Allison had been amused before. Now he laughed. "If I am mistaken, life has been a vast mistake," he said, "for I have supposed myself to be this same Allison for over thirty years. But why do you think so?"
Jean shook her head sadly.
"I do not understand it at all," she said, gravely.
"I beg your pardon; but if you will explain to me the trouble, perhaps I may be able to enlighten your understanding."
"I do not understand how the same person can be so kind and yet so cruel. I do not understand how one person can risk his life to save a life—for perhaps you saved mine to-day—and yet cause death, and you have been the cause of death."
Jean spoke slowly and looked grave.