"
Guy flung himself down in his easy-chair, with a look of utter
despondency upon his handsome face. "But I promised Cyril," he
exclaimed, with a groan, "I'd never touch that. If I were to spend
it I don't know how I could ever face Cyril."
"I was told yesterday," Nevitt answered, with a bitter little
smile, "and by a lady, too, many times over, that circumstances
alter cases, till I began to believe it. When you promised Cyril
you weren't face to face with a financial crisis. If you were to
use the money temporarily--mind, I say only temporarily; for to
my certain knowledge Rio Negros will pull through all right in the
end--if you were to use it temporarily in such an emergency as
this, no blame of any sort could possibly attach to you. The unknown
benefactor won't mind whether your money's at your banker's, or
employed for the time being in paying your debts. Your creditors
will. If I were you, therefore, I'd use it up in paying them."
"You would?" Guy inquired, glancing across at him, with a faint
gleam of hope in his eye.
Nevitt fixed him at once with his strange cold stare, He had caught
his man now. He could play upon him as readily as he could play
his violin.
"Why, certainly I would," he answered, with confidence, striking
the new chord full.
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