“No one to stop it ... life must run its course. I dare not interfere—I may be wrong. And—in my case, it is too late now.”
An hour later, Captain Jantzen was sitting in Ormarr’s room, in his usual place, an arm-chair at one end of the writing-table.
Ormarr passed across a box of cigars, and rang for wine.
Captain Jantzen was obviously ill at ease.
“Well, sir,” he asked, “good news, I hope?”
“No, Jantzen; bad news.” Ormarr hunted out the telegram he had shown Ketill, and passed it over. Jantzen read it through hurriedly, and glanced up quickly at Ormarr.
“If I remember rightly, we’re on the right side here.”
“That is so.”
“Why, then—we are safe. This gives us a free hand now—we can cover all outstanding loans, we can out-distance all competition.”