what you gave for them. Don't wait for them to go any higher. If you sell out to-morrow you'll clear twenty thousand. And you can realise on that £10,000 of Ostend Casinos. You know you've been a bit doubtful of them lately. If you hold on you'll get stung as like as not. But what I say is, I'm going to see those press notices if it blinds me."
To be brief, he had his way. The Archdeacon capitulated.
"But," he said—and this was his last kick—"the book must appear before you and Chloë marry. On that I positively insist. You have gravely shaken my confidence in you, Dunkle, and I cannot risk having you draw back, when you have got all out of me that you want, and decline to complete your part of our bargain."
"I'm afraid," said Dunkle, "that you'll
