" Not just yet," said Banatyne, refusing Lutner's
proffered hand and placing himself between that
worthy and the door, " There is a gentleman here
who is extremely anxious to see you ; perhaps his
presence will refresh your elastic memory as to
"And pray who Avishes to honor me so ? " asked
Lutner, Avith cold sarcasm, and not Avithout some
tremor in his voice.
" An old friend of yours," Banatyne returned,
double discounting him on sarcasm ; then he said
to Dougald, for that young man had loomed into
sight like a star in the East, not able to subdue
longer his burning desire to gaze upon a real live
villain : " Tell Kelvyn to come here." Dougald
darted away as if a red hot liner Avas after him.
Lutner's face paled, but he kept his composure
and Avell-affected nonchalence, and said, as if try¬
ing to recall his memory—"Kelvyn?—Kelvyn?
I haven't the honor oi knOAving the name—I never
heard it before."
" Well he's heard yours, and he knows you like
a book," snapped Banatyne.
Lutner took a quick step tOAvard the door, but
Banatyne had no idea of allowing him to escape
before he should be confronted by Kelvyn, and
relieved of some of his audacious effrontery at
least; that Avould be some satisfaction if they
didn't do anything more, so he merely moved back
a step, when Lutner moved, but still kept himself
betAveen Lutner and the door.
" I have an engagement," said Lutner ; " please
do not insist upon my remaining longer," and his
sarcasm Avas more bitter than gall.