De Rothan bowed and smiled.
"You have summed up the situation. It is very simple."
Jeremy lowered his pistol. He was baffled, and very furious behind that imperturbable face of his.
"Very well, Chevalier. It seems that we are not in a position to quarrel."
"Mr.——?"
"Winter, sir, Jeremy Winter."
"Mr. Winter, you show good sense."
Jeremy could have twisted De Rothan's neck. The man's complacent audacity rubbed him raw.
"One thing, Chevalier. Have you any personal spite against the lad?"
He watched De Rothan narrowly.