The two men looked steadily at each other. Colonel Tempest's eyes were bloodshot, but Mr. Swayne had all his wits about him; he never became intoxicated, even at the expense of others, if there was money in keeping sober.
"Curse him!" said Colonel Tempest in a hoarse whisper. "He should not get in my light."
The child was to blame, naturally.
Mr. Swayne did not answer, but went to a side table, on which were pens, ink, and paper. Some things, if done at all, are best done quickly.
CHAPTER IV.
"After the red pottage comes the exceeding bitter cry."
