Your friends are those who have taken your gold for other men鈥檚 hearthstones, my Lord Buck,鈥� said Provost Wayne. I can well believe they are your friends.鈥�

For the first time Provost Wayne was silent, and stood gazing dreamily at the floor. Evening was closing in, and the room had grown darker.

And he went out of the room before any one else could stir.

Every man is dangerous,鈥� said the old man without moving, who cares only for one thing. I was once dangerous myself.鈥�