"How long was he in the Army?"
"Twelve months in the trenches, two years in the Air Force, and, one time with another, ten months in hospital," replied Bellamy.
"And as soon as he's clear of the Army, he finds he's got money to burn," chuckled Caldegard. "No wonder it's six months before he pays a visit to his respectable big brother."
Amaryllis gathered up her half-read letters, and walked absent-mindedly to the open french-window.
"Oh well," continued her father, "I'm afraid there aren't many sensations left for your rolling stone."
Amaryllis went slowly down the steps into the garden, Bellamy watching her until she was out of sight.
"Look here, Caldegard," he said, turning quickly. "Your daughter knows it's a secret, but she does not know it's a deadly one."
"Well?" said Caldegard.
"My brother," continued Bellamy, "doesn't know there is a secret, and is coming to live in the middle of it. I think that your daughter should know the whole story; and, when you've met him, I hope you'll think it good business to trust my young 'un as completely as I trust yours."