under the circumstances.”

“There’s nothing so bricky about that,” said Valancy. “I’d nothing else to do. And — I like it here. I don’t feel as if I’d done anything specially meritorious. Mr. Gay is paying me fair wages. I never earned any money before — and I like it.” It seemed so easy to talk to Barney Snaith, someway — this terrible Barney Snaith of the lurid tales and mysterious past — as easy and natural as if talking to herself.

“All the money in the world couldn’t buy what you’re doing for Cissy Gay,” said Barney. “It’s splendid and fine of you. And if there’s anything I can do to help you in any way, you have only to let me know. If Roaring Abel ever tries to annoy you —