rmuring in a slightly sardonic voice：
〃An offer？ That sounds rather interesting。〃
〃Shall I go on？〃
〃Please。 You must forgive my surprise； but it seems to me that my dear father…in…law has rather climbed down since our chat this morning。 And climbing down is not what one associates with strong men。 Napoleons of finance； etc。 It shows … I think it shows that he finds his position weaker than he thought it。〃
Knighton listened politely to the easy； mocking voice； but no sign of any kind showed itself on his rather stolid countenance。
He waited until Derek had finished； and then he said quietly：
〃I will state the proposition in the fewest possible words。〃
Knighton did not look at the other。 His voice was curt and matter…of…fact。
〃The matter is simply this。 Mrs Kettering； as you know； is about to file a petition for divorce。 If the case goes undefended you will receive one hundred thousand on the day that the decree is made absolute。〃
Derek； in the act of lighting his cigarette； suddenly stopped dead。
〃A hundred thousand！〃 he said sharply。 〃Dollars？〃
〃Pounds。〃
There was dead silence for at least two minutes。 Kettering had his brows together linking。 A hundred thousand pounds。 It meant Mirelle and a continuance of his pleasant； carefree life。 It meant that Van Aldin knew something。 Van Aldin did not pay for nothing。 He got up and stood by the chimney…piece。
〃And in the event of my refusing his handsome offer？〃 he asked； with a cold； ironical politeness。
Knighton made a deprecating gesture。
〃I can assure you； Mr Kettering；〃 he said earnestly； 〃that it is with the utmost unwillingness that I came here with this message。〃
〃That's all right；〃 said Kettering。 〃Don't distress yourself； it's not your fault。 Now then … I asked you a question； will you answer it？〃
Knighton also rose。 He spoke more reluctantly than before。
〃In the event of your refusing this proposition；〃 he said； 〃Mr Van Aldin wished me to tell you in plain words that he proposes to break you。 Just that。〃
Kettering raised his eyebrows； but he retained his light； amused manner。
〃Well； well！〃 he said； 〃I suppose he can do it。 I certainly should not be able to put up much of a fight against America's man of millions。 A hundred thousand！ If you are going to bribe a man there is nothing like doing it thoroughly。 Supposing I were to tell you that for two hundred thousand I'd do what he wanted； what then？〃
〃I would take your message back to Mr Van Aldin；〃 said Knighton unemotionally。 〃Is that your answer？〃
〃No；〃 said Derek； 〃funnily enough it is not。 You can go back to my father…in…law and tell him to take himself and his bribes to hell。 Is that clear？〃
〃Perfectly；〃 said Knighton。 He got up； hesitated； and then flushed。 〃I … you will allow me to say； Mr Kettering； that I am glad you have answered as you have。〃
Derek did not reply。 When the other had left the room he remained for a minute or two lost in thought。 A curious smile came to his lips。
〃And that is that；〃 he said softly。
Chapter 10
ON THE BLUE TRAIN
〃Dad！〃
Mrs Kettering started violently。 Her nerves were not pletely under control this morning。 Very perfectly dressed in a long mink coat and a little hat of Chinese lacquer red； she had been walking along the crowded platform of Victoria deep in thought； and her father's sudden appearance and hearty greeting had an unlooked…for effect upon her。
〃Why； Ruth； how you jumped！〃
〃I didn't expect to see you； I suppose； Dad。 You said good…bye to me last night and said you had a conference this morning。〃
〃So I have；〃 said Van Aldin； 〃but you are more to me than any number of darned conferences。 I came to take a last look at you； since I am not going to see you for some time。〃
〃That is very sweet of you； Dad。 I wish you were ing too。〃
〃What would you say if I did？〃
The remark was merely a joking one。 He was surprised to see the quick colour flame in Ruth's cheeks。 For a moment he almost thought he saw dismay flash out of her eyes。
She laughed uncertainly and nervously。
〃Just for a moment I really thought you meant it；〃 she said。
〃Would you have been pleased？〃
〃Of course。〃 She spoke with exaggerated emphasis。
〃Well；〃 said Van Aldin； 〃that's good。〃
〃It isn't really for very long； Dad；〃 continued Ruth； 〃you know； you are ing out next month。〃
〃Ah！〃 said Van Aldin unemotionally； 〃sometimes I guess I will go to one of these smug guys in Harley Street and have him tell me that I need sunshine and change of air right away。〃
〃Don't be so lazy；〃 cried Ruth； 〃next month is ever so much nicer than this month out there。 You have got all sorts of things。 You can't possibly leave just now。〃
〃Well； that's so； I suppose；〃 said Van Aldin with a sigh。 〃You had better be getting on board this train of yours； Ruth。 Which is your seat？〃
Ruth Kettering looked vaguely up at the train。 At the door of one of the Pullman cars a thin； tall woman dressed in black was standing … Ruth Kettering's maid。 She drew aside as her mistress came up to her。
〃I have put your dressing…case under your seat； Madam； in case you should need it。 Shall I take the rugs； or will you require one？〃
〃No； no； I shan't want one。 Better go and find your own seat now； Mason。〃
〃Yes； Madam。〃
The maid departed。
Van Aldin entered the Pullman car with Ruth。 She found her seat； and Van Aldin deposited various papers and magazines on the table in front of her。 The seat opposite to her was already taken； and the American gave a cursory glance at its occupant。 He had a fleeting impression of attractive grey eyes and a neat travelling costume。 He indulged in a little more desultory conversation with Ruth； the kind of talk peculiar to those seeing other people off by train。
Presently； as whistles blew； he glanced at his watch。
〃I had best be clearing out of here。 Good…bye。 Don't worry； I will attend to things。〃
〃Oh； father！〃
He turned back sharply。 There had been something in Ruth's voice； something so entirely foreign to her usual manner； that he was startled。 It was almost a cry of despair。 She had made an impulsive movement towards him； but in another minute she was mistress of herself once more。
〃Till next month；〃 she said cheerfully。
Two minutes later the train started。 Ruth sat very still； biting her under lip and trying hard to keep the unaccustomed tears from her eyes。 She felt a sudden sense of horrible desolation。 There was a wild longing upon her to jump out of the train and to go back before it was too late。 She； so calm； so self…assured； for the first time in her life felt like a leaf swept by the wind。 If her father knew … what would he say？
Madness！ Yes； just that； madness！ For the first time in her life she was swept away by emotion； swept away to the point of doing a thing which even she knew to be incredibly foolish and reckless。 She was enough Van Aldin's daughter to realize her own folly； and level…headed enough to condemn her own action。 But she was his daughter in another sense also。 She had that same iron determination that would have what it wanted and once it had made up its mind would not be balked。 From her cradle she had been self…willed； the very circumstances of her life had developed that self…will in her。 It drove her now remorselessly。 Well； the die was cast。 She must go through with it now。
She looked up； and her eyes met those of the woman sitting opposite。 She had a sudden fancy that in some way this other woman had read her mind。 She saw in those grey eyes understanding and … yes … passion。
It was only a fleeting impression。 The faces of both women hardened to well…bred impassiveness。 Mrs Kettering took up a magazine； and Katherine Grey looked out of the window and watched a seemingly endless vista of depressing streets and suburban houses。
Ruth found an increasing difficulty in fixing her mind on the printed page in front of her。 In spite of herself； a thousand apprehensions preyed on her mind。 What a fool she had been！ What a fool she was！ Like all cool and self…sufficient people； when she did lose her self…control she lost it thoroughly … it was too late。。。 Was it too late？ Oh； for someone to speak to； for someone to advise her。 She had never before had such a wish； she would have scorned the idea of relying on any judgment other than her own； but now … what was the matter with her？ Panic。 Yes； that would describe it best … panic。 She； Ruth Kettering； was pletely and utterly panic stricken。
She stole a covert glance at the figure opposite。
If only she knew someone like that； some nice； cool； calm； sympathetic creature。
That was the sort of person one could talk to。 But you can't； of course； confide in a stranger。 And Ruth smiled to herself a little at the idea。 She picked up the magazine again。 Really she must control herself。 After all； she had thought all this out。 She had decided of her own free will。 What happiness had she ever had in her life up to now？ She said to herself restlessly： 〃Why shouldn't I be happy？ No one will ever know。〃
It seemed no time before Dover was reached。 Ruth was a good sailor。 She disliked the cold； and was glad to reach the shelter of the private cabin she had telegraphed for。 Although she would not have admitted the fact； Ruth was in some ways superstitious。 She was of the order of people to whom coincidence appeals。 After disembarking at Calais and settling herself down with her maid in her double partment in the Blue Train； she went along to the luncheon car。
It was with a little shock of surprise that she found herself set down to a small table with； opposite her； the same woman who had been her vis…а…vis in the Pullman。 A faint smile came to the lips of both women。
〃This is quite a coincidence；〃 said Mrs Kettering。
〃I know；〃 said Katherine； 〃it is odd the way things happen。〃
A flying attendant shot up to them with the wonderful velocity always displayed by the pagnie Internationale des Wagons…Lits and deposited two cups of soup。 By the time the omelette succeeded the soup they were chatting together in friendly fashion。
〃It will be heavenly to get into the sunshine；〃 sighed Ruth。
〃I am sure it will be a wonderful feelin