"I'll send you a check to-day. I'll send two checks a month—the first and the fifteenth."
"I am drinking a great deal."
"You always did."
"Not until recently. I never knew what drinking meant until these last few months."
"Well, do as you like with the money. Drink it all, if you please. I'm making no conditions beyond the two I stated."
"You will send me that address?"
"In the letter with the check."
"Will she see me, do you think?"
"I haven't an idea," replied Tetlow.
"What's the mystery?" asked Norman. "Why do you speak of her so indifferently?"