"Of course. I commend you to them. And Nora Burke, who might have told me the truth last summer in Ireland, when I was disposed to be generous."
"I've tould the truth," asserted Nora doggedly, in spite of her bewilderment.
"And how much more will you tell when there's no money for the telling?" said de Vautrin, rising.
For at this moment the door into the adjoining room opened and Jim Horton strode quickly into the room.
CHAPTER XVII
JIM MAKES A GUESS
Horton did not look at Moira and quickly sought out the tall figure of the astonished Irishman, who stood by the table, glaring angrily.
"What's this, Monsieur de Vautrin?" Le asked.
"I beg pardon," said Horton quickly, "but my departure has been delayed by the necessity for presenting some evidence which had been overlooked by Mr. Quinlevin."
"A trick—Monsieur de Vautrin," stormed the Irishman. "I'll have none of him," and moved toward the door into the corridor. But Jim Horton had reached it ahead of him, and quickly locking the door, put the key into his pocket, turned quickly, his height topping Quinlevin's, his bulk dominating him.