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"Jasper Gaunt!" exclaimed the Viscount "Sixty thousand pounds! Poor

Carnaby! Sixty thousand pounds payable on July sixteenth! Now the

fifteenth, my dear Bev, is the day of the race, and if he should lose,

it looks very h Carnaby would be ruined, Bev"

"Unless he marries 'the lovely heiress'!" added Barnabas

"Hu "I wish I'd never seen this

cursed paper, Bev!" and as he spoke he crureat fireplace "Where in the naet

it?"

"It was in the corner yonder," answered Barnabas "I also found this"

And he laid a handsomely embossed coat button on the table

"It has been wrenched off you will notice"

"Yes," nodded the Viscount, "torn off! Do you think--"

"I think," said Barnabas, putting the button back into his pocket,

"that Mistress Clemency's tears are accounted for--"

"By God, Beverley," said the Viscount, an ugly light in his eyes,

"if I thought that--!" and the hand upon the table became a fist

"I think that Mistress Clemency is a match for any man--or brute,"

said Barnabas, and drew his hand fro and shutting convulsively, the

breath whistled between his teeth, he glanced towards the door, and

to his feet; but in that moment came

a diversion, for Barnabas drew his hand fro white fluttered to the floor, close beside the

Viscount's chair Both men saw it and both stooped to recover it,