"To tell you the truth, Dennis," Cameron answered, "in Grand Canary one man gave me a thorough licking. And he was a rank outsider too!"
"How pleased you must have felt. Who was your executioner?"
"A man of the name of Le Breton. A French millionaire."
Dennis laughed in a disparaging manner.
"French he calls himself, does he? That's like his cheek. I met him once in Paris, a haughty sort of customer who thinks the whole world is run for him. He's a half-breed really, for all his money and his high-handed ways."
The conversation had taken a turn that held a fearsome interest for Pansy. But to hear Raoul Le Breton described as a half-breed was a shock and surprise to her.
"Mr. Le Breton a half-caste!" she exclaimed.
Dennis glanced at her.
"Where did you drop across him?" he asked sharply.
"In Grand Canary also."