"I—I've got to tell you."
"Ye'd be obliging me if ye would."
Harry met the sharp look of the older man and then his gaze flickered and fell as he sank into his chair again.
"You—you've heard me speak of my twin brother, Jim?" he asked after a moment.
"The railroad man ye quarreled with over the trifling matter of an estate. Well, what of him?"
"He's turned up—here—in—Paris."
"What have you got to do with him?"
"More than you think. I've got to tell you what has happened—and it's plenty. It's been H—— and repeat. D—— him!"
"At least," laughed the Irishman, "he seems to have gained no new place in yer affection."
"No—nor will he in yours when you have the facts."