“How can I serve you?”
“Who is the woman?” said Tom, abruptly. “Your fate!” answered the man.
“Her name?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Her address?”
“I don't know it.”
“What is your game?”
“I have money enough for my whims and time enough to gratify my desire to help you. Eugenics is my hobby. I recognize that I cannot fight against the decree of destiny.”
“I am tired of all this humbug.”
“I ask nothing of you now. You can go or you can come. You can go to India or to Patagonia—or even farther. You may send detectives and lawyers, or even thugs, to me. You may cease your search for her—if you can!”