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Mr。 Ventnor repeated：
〃Larne。 Writes stories。〃
Joe Pillin muttered into his handkerchief
〃Ali！ H'm！ NoIno！ My son knows all sorts of people。 I shall have to try Mentone。 Are you going？ Good…bye！ Good…bye！ I'm sorry； ah！ ha！ My coughah！ ha h'h'm！ Very distressing。 Ye…hes！ My cough…ah！ ha h'h'm！ Most distressing。 Ye…hes！〃
Out in the drive Mr。 Ventnor took a deep breath of the frosty air。 Not much doubt now！ The two names had worked like charms。 This weakly old fellow would make a pretty witness； would simply crumple under cross…examination。 What a contrast to that hoary old sinner Heythorp； whose brazenness nothing could affect。 The rat was as large as life！ And the only point was how to make the best use of it。 Thenfor his experience was widethe possibility dawned on him； that after all； this Mrs。 Larne might only have been old Pillin's mistressor be his natural daughter； or have some other blackmailing hold on him。 Any such connection would account for his agitation； for his denying her； for his son's ignorance。 Only it wouldn't account for young Pillin's saying that old Heythorp had made the settlement。 He could only have got that from the woman herself。 Still； to make absolutely sure； he had better try and see her。 But how？ It would never do to ask Bob Pillin for an introduction； after this interview with his father。 He would have to go on his own and chance it。 Wrote stories did she？ Perhaps a newspaper would know her address； or the Directory would give itnot a common name！ And； hot on the scent； he drove to a post office。 Yes； there it was； right enough！ 〃Larne； Mrs。 R。； 23； Millicent Villas。〃 And thinking to himself： 'No time like the present；' he turned in that direction。 The job was delicate。 He must be careful not to do anything which might compromise his power of making public use of his knowledge。 Yes…ticklish！ What he did now must have a proper legal bottom。 Still； anyway you looked at it； he had a right to investigate a fraud on himself as a shareholder of 〃The Island Navigation Company；〃 and a fraud on himself as a creditor of old Heythorp。 Quite！ But suppose this Mrs。 Larne was really entangled with old Pillin； and the settlement a mere reward of virtue； easy or otherwise。 Well！ in that case there'd be no secret commission to make public； and he needn't go further。 So that； in either event； he would be all right。 Only how to introduce himself？ He might pretend he was a newspaper man wanting a story。 No； that wouldn't do！ He must not represent that he was what he was not； in case he had afterwards to justify his actions publicly； always a difficult thing； if you were not careful！ At that moment there came into his mind a question Bob Pillin had asked the other night。 〃By the way； you can't borrow on a settlement； can you？ Isn't there generally some clause against it？〃 Had this woman been trying to borrow from him on that settlement？ But at this moment he reached the house； and got out of his cab still undecided as to how he was going to work the oracle。 Impudence； constitutional and professional； sustained him in saying to the little maid：
〃Mrs。 Larne at home？ Say Mr。 Charles Ventnor； will you？〃
His quick brown eyes took in the apparel of the passage which served for hallthe deep blue paper on the walls； lilac…patterned curtains over the doors； the well…known print of a nude young woman looking over her shoulder； and he thought： 'H'm！ Distinctly tasty！' They noted； too； a small brown…and…white dog cowering in terror at the very end of the passage； and he murmured affably： 〃Fluffy！ Come here； Fluffy！〃 till Carmen's teeth chattered in her head。
〃Will you come in； sir？〃
Mr。 Ventnor ran his hand over his whiskers； and； entering a room； was impressed at once by its air of domesticity。 On a sofa a handsome woman and a pretty young girl were surrounded by sewing apparatus and some white material。 The girl looked up； but the elder lady rose。
Mr。 Ventnor said easily
〃You know my young friend； Mr。 Robert Pillin； I think。〃
The lady； whose bulk and bloom struck him to the point of admiration； murmured in a full； sweet drawl：
〃Oh！ Ye…es。 Are you from Messrs。 Scrivens？〃
With the swift reflection： 'As I thought！' Mr。 Ventnor answered：
〃Ernot exactly。 I am a solicitor though； came just to ask about a certain settlement that Mr。 Pillin tells me you're entitled under。〃
〃Phyllis dear！〃
Seeing the girl about to rise from underneath the white stuff； Mr。 Ventnor said quickly：
〃Pray don't disturb yourself …just a formality！〃 It had struck him at once that the lady would have to speak the truth in the presence of this third party； and he went on： 〃Quite recent； I think。 This'll be your first interest…on six thousand pounds？ Is that right？〃 And at the limpid assent of that rich； sweet voice； he thought： 'Fine woman； what eyes！'
〃Thank you； that's quite enough。 I can go to Scrivens for any detail。 Nice young fellow； Bob Pillin； isn't he？〃 He saw the girl's chin tilt； and Mrs。 Larne's full mouth curling in a smile。
〃Delightful young man； we're very fond of him。〃
And he proceeded：
〃I'm quite an old friend of his； have you known him long？〃
〃Oh！ no。 How long； Phyllis； since we met him at Guardy's？ About a month。 But he's so unaffectedquite at home with us。 A nice fellow。〃
Mr。 Ventnor murmured：
〃Very different from his father； isn't he？〃
〃Is he？ We don't know his father； he's a shipowner； I think。〃
Mr。 Ventnor rubbed his hands： 〃Ye…es；〃 he said； 〃just giving upa warm man。 Young Pillin's a lucky fellowonly son。 So you met him at old Mr。 Heythorp's。 I know him toorelation of yours； I believe。〃
〃Our dear Guardy such a wonderful man。〃
Mr。 Ventnor echoed： 〃Wonderfulregular old Roman。〃
〃Oh！ but he's so kind！〃 Mrs。 Larne lifted the white stuff： 〃Look what he's given this naughty gairl！〃
Mr。 Ventnor murmured： 〃Charming！ Charming！ Bob Pillin said； I think； that Mr。 Heythorp was your settlor。〃
One of those little clouds which visit the brows of women who have owed money in their time passed swiftly athwart Mrs。 Larne's eyes。 For a moment they seemed saying： 'Don't you want to know too much？' Then they slid from under it。
〃Won't you sit down？〃 she said。 〃You must forgive our being at work。〃
Mr。 Ventnor； who had need of sorting his impressions； shook his head。
〃Thank you； I must be getting on。 Then Messrs。 Scriven cana mere formality！ Goodbye！ Good…bye； Miss Larne。 I'm sure the dress will be most becoming。〃
And with memories of a too clear look from the girl's eyes； of a warm firm pressure from the woman's hand； Mr。 Ventnor backed towards the door and passed away just in time to avoid hearing in two voices：
〃What a nice lawyer！〃
〃What a horrid man！〃
Back in his cab； he continued to rub his hands。 No； she didn't know old Pillin！ That was certain； not from her words； but from her face。 She wanted to know him； or about him； anyway。 She was trying to hook young Bob for that sprig of a girlit was clear as mud。 H'm！ it would astonish his young friend to hear that he had called。 Well； let it！ And a curious mixture of emotions beset Mr。 Ventnor。 He saw the whole thing now so plainly； and really could not refrain from a certain admiration。 The law had been properly diddled！ There was nothing to prevent a man from settling money on a woman he had never seen； and so old Pillin's settlement could probably not be upset。 But old Heythorp could。 It was neat； though； oh！ neat！ And that was a fine womanremarkably！ He had a sort of feeling that if only the settlement had been in danger； it might have been worth while to have made a bargaina woman like that could have made it worth while！ And he believed her quite capable of entertaining the proposition！ Her eye！ Pityquite a pity！ Mrs。 Ventnor was not a wife who satisfied every aspiration。 But alas！ the settlement was safe。 This baulking of the sentiment of love； whipped up； if anything； the longing for justice in Mr。 Ventnor。 That old chap should feel his teeth now。 As a piece of investigation it was not so badnot so bad at all！ He had had a bit of luck； of course；no； not luckjust that knack of doing the right thing at the right moment which marks a real genius for affairs。
But getting into his train to return to Mrs。 Ventnor； he thought： 'A woman like that would have been！' And he sighed。
2
With a neatly written cheque for fifty pounds in his pocket Bob Pillin turned in at 23； Millicent Villas on the afternoon after Mr。 Ventnor's visit。 Chivalry had won the day。 And he rang the bell with an elation which astonished him； for he knew he was doing a soft thing。
〃Mrs。 Larne is out； sir； Miss Phyllis is at home。〃
His heart leaped。
〃Oh…h！ I'm sorry。 I wonder if she'd see me？〃
The little maid answered
〃I think she's been washin' 'er'air； sir； but it may be dry be now。 I'll see。〃
Bob Pillin stood stock still beneath the young woman on the wall。 He could scarcely breathe。 If her hair were not dryhow awful！ Suddenly he heard floating down a clear but smothered 〃Oh！ Gefoozleme！〃 and other words which he could not catch。 The little maid came running down。
〃Miss Phyllis says； sir； she'll be w