Eh? Wanted to dip their pretty little fingers in old Doc’s millions. Eh?”

“Millions!” said Valancy faintly. She wished she could sit down somewhere — she wished she could have a chance to think — she wished she and the Blue Castle could sink to the bottom of Mistawis and vanish from human sight forevermore.

“Millions,” said Dr. Redfern complacently. “And Bernie chucks them for — that.” Again he shook the diamond contemptuously at the Blue Castle, “Wouldn’t you think he’d have more sense? And all on account of a white bit of a girl. He must have got overthat feeling, anyhow, since he’s married. You must persuade him to come back to civilisation. All nonsense wasting his life like this.