"The settlement and Lois' own
money--what's become of it all? Has that gone, too?"
"Of course not." Travers' hand tightened instinctively upon the arm of
his chair. "I should never have dreamed of touching what was my wife's
personal property. Nor do I intend to do so now. I am no more than the
manager of the company--I am not responsible for its liabilities. Miss
Cary's suggestion is beside the mark, and I warn her, for her own
advantage"--there was a somewhat unpleasant note of warning in his
rough voice--"not to pursue her questions further."
Beatrice rose to her feet. She was calm and, save for the vivid color
in her cheeks, betrayed at first little of the seething storm of
indignation which rose gradually above the barriers of her self-control.
She did not look at the Rajah. She stared straight into Travers' face,
and once she pointed at him.
"You have been good enough to threaten me," she said. "It would be
best for you to know at once that your threats are quite useless.
There is nothing you can say about me which I am not ready to say
myself--and there is nothing you can do which will prevent me from
revealing the true facts of this case. You have feathered your nest,
Mr. Travers. That is what you told me to do, and now I understand what
you meant. You saw this ruin coming at the very time that you were
encouraging every one to partake further of the company's future
success.
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