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"A woman who can be bought and sold again for far less than half its cost! My good Kelly! Are you serious?" Kelly stamped an indignant foot. "You infernal, cold-blooded Kaffir!" he roared. "I'm human anyway, which is more than you are!" Kieff's sneer deepened. It was Kelly's privilege always to speak his mind, and no one took offence however extravagantly he expressed himself.
If only she could save Guy from that, she believed she might save him from all. When once his eyes were opened, when once she had beaten down Kieff's ascendancy, the battle would be won. But she must act immediately and with decision. There was not a moment to lose. If Guy were not checked now, at the very outset, there would be no saving him from the abyss. She must find him now, at once.
But the lady seemed to be in a great hurry, so we did not detain them. They are probably at Ritzen by now, if not beyond." "Oh, damnation!" said Kelly tragically. Kieff's smile slowly vanished. His eyes took on a stony, remote look as though the matter had ceased to interest him. And while Kelly tramped impotently about the room, he leaned his shoulders against the wall and stared into space.
She may be back in the morning, she and young Guy too. They're old friends. P'raps there's nothing in it but just a jaunt." Kieff's laugh had a sound like the slipping of a stone in a slimy cave. "You always had ideas," he remarked. "But they will scarcely be back from Brennerstadt by the morning.
"Now," he said briefly, "you will apologize to my wife for insulting her." She uncovered her face and raised it. There was shrinking horror in her look. "Oh, Burke!" she said. "Let him go!" "You will apologize," Burke said again very insistently, with pitiless distinctness. There was a dreadful pause. Kieff's breathing was less laboured, but it was painfully uneven and broken.
She spoke with dreary conviction. "I am fairly sure Kieff's at the back of it, but it was Guy who did it, thanks to my carelessness." "Yours!" Kelly's eyes bulged. "Ye don't mean that!" he said again. "Yes, it's true." Drearily she answered him. "Burke left the key of the strong-box in my keeping on the day of the sand-storm. I dropped it in the dark. I was hunting for it when you came.
She held the glass to Kieff's lips with a contemptuous air, and when he had drunk she emptied the dregs upon the floor and marched back into the office. "Now," Burke said again, "you will apologize." And so at last in a voice so low as to be barely audible, Saul Kieff, from whose sneer all women shrank as from the sting of a scorpion, made unreserved apology to the girl he had plotted to ruin.
She believed that her influence over him was greater than Kieff's. Otherwise she had not dared to pit her strength against that of the enemy. Otherwise she had waited to beg the help of Kelly, who always helped everyone. The thought of Burke she put resolutely from her. Burke should never know, if she could prevent it, how low Guy had fallen.
It was mainly Burke who filled Kieff's place and looked after Guy generally with a quiet efficiency that never encouraged any indulgence. They seemed to be good friends, yet Sylvia often wondered with a dull ache at the heart if this were any more than seeming.
It was Kieff's. And away from Kieff, he is so different." "Ah! But how to get him away from Kieff!" said Kelly. "The fellow's such a damn' blackguard. Once he takes hold, he never lets go till he's got his victim sucked dry." Sylvia shuddered. "Can't you do anything?" she said. Kelly looked at her with his honest kindly eyes, "If it were me, Mrs.
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