I'd give it its chance; but as
I haven't got it, I live as I do--poor and unknown."
"Not unknown. See, you could control what belonged to John Grier, if you
would. I need some one to show me how to spend the money coming from the
business. What is wealth unless you buy things that give pleasure to
life? Do you know--"
He got no further. "I don't know anything you're trying to tell me, and
anyhow this is not the place--" With that she hastened from him up the
street. Tarboe had a pang, and yet her very last words gave him hope. "I
may be a bit sharp in business," he said to himself, "but I certainly am
a fool in matters of the heart. Yet what she said at last had something
in it for me. Every woman has an idea where a man ought to make love to
her, and this open road certainly ain't the place. If Carnac wins this
game with Barouche I don't know where I'll be with her-maybe I'm a fool
to help him." He turned the letter over and over in his hand. "No, I'm
not. I ought to do it, and I will."
Then he fell to brooding. He remembered about the second hidden will.
There came upon him a wild wish to destroy it. He loved controlling John
Grier's business. Never had anything absorbed him so. Life seemed a new
thing.
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