"You mean either to rob your brother and sister of their money, or revenge yourself by stopping their marriages? By Heaven, Andrew—"
He broke off and plunged into meditation. Then his eyes began to smile, though his lips were now compressed.
"Very well," he murmured.
His son still felt a vague sense of apprehension.
"Mind, you've got to stay abroad."
"For ever?"
"You must give me your word you won't come back for two years certain, and after that you lose your allowance if you land in Great Britain or Ireland."
"Including the Channel Islands?"
"Including them."
"I see your game," smiled Heriot. "But I give you my word. Poor Jean, poor Frank—"