"I do not see what it has to do with me," she said; "I do not know
anything about Maurice's business arrangements, and very little
about his business friends."
"Then let me tell you, Jocelyn--well, then, Miss Gordon, if you
prefer it--that you will know more about one of his business friends
before you have finished with him. I've got Maurice more or less in
my power now, and it rests with you--"
At this moment a shadow darkened the floor of the verandah, and an
instant later Jack Meredith walked quietly in by the window.
"Enter, young man," he said dramatically, "by window--centre."
"I am sorry," he went on in a different tone to Jocelyn, "to come in
this unceremonious way, but the servant told me that you were in the
verandah with Durnovo and--"
He turned towards the half-breed, pausing.
"And Durnovo is the man I want," weighing on each word.
Durnovo's right hand was in his jacket pocket. Seeing Meredith's
proffered salutation, he slowly withdrew it and shook hands.
The flash of hatred was still in his eyes when Jack Meredith turned
upon him with aggravating courtesy. The pleasant, half-cynical
glance wandered from Durnovo's dark face very deliberately down to
his jacket pocket, where the stock of a revolver was imperfectly
concealed.
"We were getting anxious about you," he explained, "seeing that you
did not come back.
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