“No, I can’t even guess,” said she.
“Well, it was that afternoon, and that moment, I found you sitting in your stalled car in the creek down there. That was the beginning. From that time things began to run in my favor and they haven’t ceased to do so for a moment since, I now see looking back over events. You brought good luck to me that day in your car.”
“What an extraordinary idea! Then at bottom you’re superstitious,” Janet replied. “I shall have to give you a new name; I must no longer call you ‘Cold Steel.’”
“I really never liked that name,” Weir said quickly. “Perhaps I was cold steel once, but I have changed along with everything else. And you’re responsible for that too.”
Janet leaned forward and looked into his eyes.
“You were never truly harsh to any one except those who deserved it,” she said. “I know! You would never have been so quick to help Mary Johnson or me, or others who needed help, if your heart was not always generous and sympathetic. Only against evil were you as steel, and in moments requiring supreme courage and sacrifice. And that’s how you gained the name before you ever came here.”
“Anyway I’ve changed,” said he. “I’m out from under the cloud which I felt always hung above me. As I say, you brought me good luck that day––and I see clearly that I shall continue to be superstitious.”
“Why, all occasion for that is past now.”
“No,” said Steele Weir. “No, less than ever. For I’m certain you hold my good fortune in your hand yet, and will continue to hold it. And that means–––”