He made a motion of
humorous dissent to her remark, and sat down.
"Well, we pulled it off somehow, didn't we?" she said. "Carnac Grier is
M.P."
"And his foe is in his grave," remarked Tarboe dryly. "Providence pays
debts that ought to be paid. This election has settled a lot of things,"
she returned with a smile.
"I suppose it has, and I've come here to try and find one of the
settlements."
"Well, find them," she retorted.
"I said one of the settlements only. I have to be accurate in my life."
"I'm glad to hear of it. You helped Mr. Grier win his election. It was
splendid of you. Think of it, Mr. Tarboe, Carnac Grier is beginning to
get even with his foes."
"I'm not a foe--if that's what you mean. I've proved it."
She smiled provokingly. "You've proved only you're not an absolute devil,
that's all. You've not proved yourself a real man--not yet. Do you think
it paid your debt to Carnac Grier that you helped get him into
Parliament?"
His face became a little heated. "I'll prove to you and to the world that
I'm not an absolute devil in the Grier interests. I didn't steal the
property. I tried to induce John Grier to leave it to Carnac or his
mother, for if he'd left it to Mrs.
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