nothing else, and if you want to make some money out of it I'll swing the company into leasing at a good figure and drilling there."
"You think there's oil on the land?"
"No." He made a swift, energetic gesture of dissent. "To be frank, I don't. But I'd like to throw a bit of luck your way, Lucie. We're getting a lot of money into the company, and some brains. That fellow Gramont—the prince, you know him—he's an engineer and a geologist, and he's in the swim."
"So," the girl smiled a little, "you would betray your business friends in order to make a bit of money for me?"
Maillard stared at her. "Well, if you put it that way, yes! I'd do more than that for"
"Thank you," she interrupted, her voice cold. "I don't think I'd trust your sagacity very far, Robert. Good-night."
She turned from him and was gone, dancing through the great rooms like a true Columbine. Later he saw her among the dancers above, although he obtained no further speech with her.
Midnight neared, and brought a concern
