“Why not?” snarled Richmond.

“She may be dangerous.”

“That chit? Pshaw!”

“Just try it. See here. You don’t want to be too gay just now. Don’t you know you’re a dead man?”

“So I am.”

“Well, be a little careful. What if Carter gets on to our game?”

“Carter mustn’t do that.”

“Of course not, but we must see that he cannot.”

Ten minutes longer the two men, watched by Bristol Clara, the tenant in the next house, remained in the room, and then Richmond bade Claude good night.

The moment the millionaire’s son found himself alone he struck the table with his fist.