“Shows his hand? How?”
“If he had any claim upon your father, he would have attacked him first. He has no claim. It was an empty boast.”
“So much the better,” cried Hendon. “Well, that settles it. I shall go off with you.”
Mark smoked in silence.
“If you’ll have me. But I say, old fellow, do you quite give up the diamonds?”
“Quite.”
“You said you had been to the police again, yesterday.”
“Yes, and they say they think they can lay their hands upon the men when they try to sell.”
“Well, then, there is hope.”
“Not a bit. They are cooling down. I don’t think they have much faith in my story; and, besides, the matter is growing stale. They have a dozen more things on the way. Hendon, my lad, you love my sister?”