Iredale stared straight into the face before him. His grey eyes seemed to pierce through and through his companion. Hervey moved from his position. Iredale’s attitude was coldly uncompromising.
“Then you refuse my offer?”
“Most emphatically.”
Hervey was inclined to show his teeth. However, he checked the impulse and spoke in a conciliating tone.
“There is another alternative. Your fortune is very large. I want fifty thousand dollars.”
Iredale’s face relaxed into a genuine smile.
“Your demands are too modest,” he said ironically, “Anything else?”
The other’s eyes looked dangerous. The lurid depths were beginning to glow.
“The money I am going to have before I leave here to-night.”