"How does my little scheme suit you?" he demanded grimly.
"I think it perfectly devilish, by God, I do," cried Frederick.
"Oh, you do, eh? So you swear with your other faults?... Does my sister approve of that?"
"I've never asked her," snapped Frederick, "and if you're through with me, I'd like to go."
"Have a little talk with Madelene before you go to bed—and, oh, Fred—" he called after the young man hurrying up the stairs.
Frederick paused, his hand on the banister.
"By the way, I shall want your assistance in the little matter I spoke of."