Mason drew in a deep breath. He seemed aghast at the man's words. “Good God!” he exclaimed fiercely, “and you think because I'm willing to help poor devils like your brother, who've thoughtlessly got themselves into a mess, that I'll take on a filthy piece of blackmailing like you suggest.” He rose to his feet and his voice was almost hissing in his anger. “Get out, you scoundrel, before I lay my hands upon you,” and his appearance was so menacing that the gamekeeper was glad to get quickly out of the room and the building.
Mason re-seated himself at the desk with a cunning smile upon his face. “The fool,” he exclaimed, “first blurting out all his information and then expecting me to pay for it!” He stretched for a slip of paper from one of the pigeon-holes in his desk. “Now let me see,”
