For once he remained serious.
"That may be true, but it is sometimes necessary to warn her that
first thoughts are best."
"Now, what do you mean?"
He folded his arms over his broad chest.
"Miss Beatrice," he said, appearing to ignore her question, "do you
remember some time ago my telling you that we were like two partners
at a game of bridge?"
"I remember very well."
"Well, we are still partners, though the game is nearing its end. As a
rule I am for straight, aboveboard play, but there are moments when a
man is strongly tempted to cheat."
"Haven't we cheated all through?" she inquired, with a one-sided
smile.
"By no means. We have finessed, that's all. Just at present I feel
impelled to--well, give you a hint under the table."
"Why?"
"Miss Beatrice, more or less I stand in the position of a skilled and
rich player who has tempted a less wealthy partner into a doubtful
game. If my plans fail, I can look after myself; but I shouldn't like
to get you in a mess. If I give you a hint, will you keep counsel?"
"I suppose I must."
"Well, then, it's just this. Your mother has invested the greater part
of her money in the Marut Company. I did not want her to--I'll say
that for myself--but she has the speculating craze, and nothing would
stop her. Of course the mine will be an immense success--but if it
isn't, I should like to see you, as my partner, well out of reach of
the results.
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