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"He has forced himself upon our notice unnecessarily as the result has proved only to find out that there is no stopping us." He could scarcely control his voice as he spoke of Cornish, and looked away as if fearing to show the expression of his eyes. Mrs. Vansittart watched him with a cool little smile. Von Holzen had not come here to talk of Cornish.

My husband once employed this Von Holzen, and was, I believe, robbed by him. We never knew the man socially, and I have always suspected that he bore us some ill feeling on that account. You remember in this room, when you brought him to call soon after your works were built that he referred to having met my husband.

"She is a good sister to me. The house is between the waterworks and the steam-tram station. We will call in on our way back, if you care to." "I should like nothing better," replied Cornish, conventionally, and they continued their inspection of the little colony. The arrangements were as simple as they were effective. Either Roden or Von Holzen certainly possessed the genius of organization.

Our end is the same, though our methods and our purpose differ as much as well, as much as our minds. You want to break this Malgamite corner. I want to break Otto von Holzen. You understand?" Cornish had known her long enough to permit himself to nod and say nothing. "If I succeed, tant mieux. If I fail, it is no concern of yours, and it will in no way affect you or your plans.

She sat forward, with one hand on the arm of her chair. "Come," she said, with a little laugh that shook and trembled on the brink of a whole sea of unshed tears, "I will speak the first word. When my husband died, my heart broke and it was Otto von Holzen who killed him." Her eyes flashed suddenly, and she threw herself back in the chair. Her hands were trembling.

"Do not forget the sentiment," he called out after them. "Remember it is a charity." The malgamite workers were left to the care of Von Holzen, who had made all necessary preparations for their reception. "You are a cleverer man than I thought you," said Roden to Cornish, as they walked over the dunes together in the dusk towards the Rodens' house.

"Von Holzen been here to-day?" he asked, when he had changed his clothes, and they were seated at the dinner-table. "No," answered Dorothy, with her eyes on his plate. He was eating little, and drank only mineral water from a stone bottle. He was like an athlete in training, though the strain he sought to meet was mental and not physical.

"You may have as much as you like," said Von Holzen, kindly. "Will it keep me alive?" "Nothing can do that, my friend," answered Von Holzen. He looked down at the yellow face peering at him from the darkness. It seemed to be the face of a very aged man, with eyes wide open and blood-shot. A thickness of speech was accounted for by the absence of teeth. The man laughed gleefully.

"He was always absorbed in his researches. He made a great discovery, and confided in Otto von Holzen, who thought that he could make a fortune out of it. But Von Holzen cheated and was caught. There was a great trial, and Von Holzen succeeded in incriminating my husband, who was innocent, instead of himself. The company, of course, failed, which meant ruin and dishonour.

Von Holzen live inside this zareba?" he asked. "No; Von Holzen lives as yet in Scheveningen, in a hotel there. And I have taken a small villa on the dunes, with my sister to keep house for me." "Ah! I did not know you had a sister," said Cornish, still looking about him with intelligent ignorance. "Does she take an interest in the malgamite scheme?" "Only so far as it affects me," replied Roden.

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