"
The words seemed to stick in his throat.
As for Eva, she felt a shiver pass over her. Without knowing why, she
drew back from Paul, at her side, shrank even closer to her father,
trying not to tremble. Did Paul realize it?
Brent felt the shudder with a pang. He leaned over. "Promise to do
this--for my sake," he whispered, so low that there was no chance of the
others hearing. "By to-morrow all may be changed."
There was something ominous about the very words.
CHAPTER III
Brent had no intention of keeping the promise which Balcom had extracted
from him by a species of moral duress that afternoon.
In fact, already he had gone too far in his plans for restitution--or
was it self-preservation?--to turn back. It was late in the night that
he himself secretly admitted to the house a tall, dark-haired stranger
who evidently called by appointment.
"Well, Flint," he greeted, in a hushed tone, "what was it you asked to
see me about?"
Flint replied not a word, but impressively tapped a bundle which he
carried under his arm and began to undo the cord which bound it.
Brent looked startled, then caught himself.
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