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faintly amused at the idea of this little cockney cos

hieant of the

world As it was he was disgusted He, too, was a sinner in all

conscience; but his sins and his repentance had been alike simple and

sincere He had none of the pendantry of vice

"If you ask me," he said, "what did for you was that low trick of the

old man Tyson when he left you his respectability A property you really

could not be expected to e That was your ruin, if you like"

Tyson looked up His drowning conscience snatched at straws "It was

I've thought as much myself But that doesn't square e was a ainst the dearest, sweetest woman that ever lived"

"You mean--?" It was hard to tell what Tyson meant when he went off into

reminiscences And for the moment Stanistreet's vision was obscured by a

painful o a woman had come to his rooms and asked

for Tyson She sat in that chair opposite--where Tyson was sitting now

She said unspeakable things that were by no means pleasant for

Stanistreet to hear It had required all his tact to break the news

of Tyson's e and take her home in a cab He could see her now,

in her pitiful finery, sitting back, trying to hide her white face with

gloves that were anything but white