The Man in the Twilight

s dreaming pleasantly. He was dreaming of those successful manipulations of finance it was

beat its insistent tattoo. His dream vanished, and his senses beca

. And it sounded more

is chair. His small eyes no longer contained their dreaming ligh

swung sil

uncement was made in a

s presence, slim, dark, confident. T

el

e greeting. That was not Hell

chair always waiting to rec

coolly, after the opera

eam n

" he r

rnate desk, and removed his glo

ck from Sach

ah

comfortably in his chair, and ret

e," he

gs are movi

e table for the gold cigarett

he banker ordered

ded no seco

of apology from me-also from you. The mill's a wonder. And he's the guy that's fixed it that way. You haven't a thing in Skandinavia comparable. I'

Stand

ot to be deflecte

o of to-day. You got all that stuff. But I've saved up the plum. There's a new man come into it. His name's Sternford-Bull Sternford. Guess it's him I nee

an's smile rea

ion-in Sachigo?"

of the busines

ancial

obviously stirred. But I

it's cut off from any other camp by a hundred miles. On the face of it the stuff didn't seem to need more than a single thought. It was to say my man was quitting the camp. He'd sifted it right through, but there wasn't a 'jack' in the camp with any sort of story worth wasting paper on. There wasn't a trace of our man that way, and he proposed drawing another cover. At the end of his report was one of those notes these boys never seem able to resist mixing up with their official work. It told me of one of those scraps that happened in the camps, and he seemed mighty struck by it. It was between the camp boss, Arden Laval, and a kid called Sternford. Say, when I read that n

his cigarette and h

ive seconds. I set the wires humming asking a description of this

nterrogation was fu

eyes of the financier

hell of a scrap in a far-off camp belonging to Skandinavia to run the busine

He flicked his cigarette ash

. His lips seemed to become more prominen

ke that." He gripped the empty air. "Then he goes-where? You say he fears and quits. What does he fear? You?" The man shook his head till his cheeks were shaken by the violence of his movement. "He goes somewhere. But he does not quit. That is clear. Oh, yes. The mill goes on. It grows and prospers. The man Harker remains. Where comes the money for Sachigo to grow? Trade? Yes, some. But not all. I know these things. The mill goes on-the sa

ed contempt left the agen

quit. As I said, I'm right back from Sachigo. I didn't come back just to hand you this stuff. I'm on my way up to this camp of yours. We've been hunting this guy eight years-blind. Now there's a streak of daylight. I'm going for that streak myself. Anyway, it's liable to be pleasanter work than lumbering in the booms at Sachigo, and wondering when that feller Bat Harker, was going to locate me through a lumber-jack's outfit. And while I'm up there I mean to learn all I can of this Father Adam.

Hellbeam's eyes as he list

jaculated

nt rose

roundwood proposition in the world. I know enough of Harker to realise his capacity to make it do just what he needs. And as for that other-this St

s cigar and remove

he demanded, w

ciously. "It's more personal since the fighting kid came along. It reminds me of the G

dded. His armour

s said much

Germans," came the prompt retort, as

ce, and his meaning was obvious. "You go to this camp. You find this missionary. That's work for you. The other-" his eyes dropped