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Updated: May 1, 2025
"Darnation take it, what in blazes are you shouting around for at this hour of the night?" Inspector Fyles stood confronting the astounded man. Beside him stood another man in uniform, with three gold stripes on his arm. It was Sergeant McBain. In spite of his recognition of the Inspector, Bill's anger rose swiftly, and his great muscles were set tingling at the man's words and tone.
I discovered this mine and I formed the company, keeping fifty-one per cent. of the stock. I opened her up and she was paying big, when Andy McBain comes along. A shyster lawyer that's the best you can say for him but he cleaned me, down to a cent." "I don't understand," she said at last as he seemed to expect some reply. "About these apexes what are they, anyway?
"This has gone beyond the law. I've warned this man McBain before all kinds of witnesses not to set his foot on my ground; and if he does it I'll make him pay for it." He started for the door, hitching up his belt, and she caught at his pistol as he passed. "No," she said, "I don't want you to shoot him. I'd rather we'd lose the mine." "You don't understand," he answered.
She sat very quietly in the West Parlour, thinking of the concerto and of what she meant to do with it. She was longing to show it to Sandy McBain, who would have a musician's comprehension of every bar, and she knew he would rejoice with her whole-heartedly over it. But that would have to wait until after Roger had heard it. The first-fruits, as it were, were to be offered to him.
He had stopped with a word on his lips and stood gazing out the window. The new typist had learned to read faces and she followed his glance with a start. Who was this man that Andrew McBain was afraid of? He came riding in from the desert, a young man, burly and masterful, mounted on a buckskin horse and with a pistol slung low on his leg.
At length, somewhat dreading what it might contain, she opened it and began to read. "I've had a blazing letter from young Sandy McBain, which has increased my respect for him enormously," wrote Maryon. "I've come to the conclusion that I deserve all the names he called me. Nan, how do you manage to make everyone so amazingly devoted to you?
He was more ragged than ever, and one hand had a bandage around it; but he was back, and he would come. She abandoned her typewriting one of those interminable legal papers that McBain was always leaving on her desk and stepped out to look down the street.
Wennys, the whole of the house-party at Mallow had scattered. Lord St. John was the first to go leaving in order to pay a short visit to Eliza McBain before returning to town.
"I've been tracking the fellow for quite a piece. And all the time he's your brother. You're sure?" Bill nodded. He was still feeling uncomfortable. "I'm glad you saw him," Fyles went on at once. "It's put us wise. We don't need to waste any more time. It's lucky, with a storm coming on. Guess we'll get right back, McBain," he added, turning to his companion.
For some moments he stared stupidly at the three uniformed figures who had descended upon him. Then he suddenly sat up and brought his horses to a standstill. The policemen were surrounding his wagon. Sergeant McBain was abreast of him on one side, one trooper drew up his horse at the other side, while the third came to a halt at the rear of the wagon and peered into it.
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