The Birkenhead News and Wirral General Advertiser. — 1910-07-20 (Birkenhead, Merseyside, England)

CHAPTER XXXVI.  The old r-q.n and the girl were equally terrified, I- t without cause. Da Souza forgot for a moment o be angry at his daughter's disobedien, and was quick to see that her presem oro was all to his advantage. Monty. 'lit; as death, was stricken dumb to sc., at. He sank back gasping into a chair. :rent came up to him with outstretched hands and with a look of keen pity in his hard far". "Monty, old chap," he said, "what on earth are you scared at? Don't you know Pm glad to see you ! Didn't I come to Attris to get you back to England? Shake hands, partner. I've got lots of money for you and good news." Monty's hand was limp and cold, his eyes Wire !glazed and expressionless. Trent looked at the half-empty bottle by his side and turned savagely to Da Souza. 'You blackguard' "he said in a low tone, "you wanted to sill him, did you Don't you knew that to shut him up here and ply him with brandy is as much murder as though you stood with a knife at his throat ? " " He goes mcd without something to drink," Da Souza muttered. "He'll go mad fast enough with a bottle of brandy within reach, and you know it," Trent answered fiercely. "I sin going to take him away from hera." De Souza was no longer eringing. He shrugged his shonlders and thrust his fat little hands into his trousers pockets. "Very well," he said darkly, "you go your own way. You won't take my advice. I've been a City man all my life, and I know a thing or two. You bring Monty to the general meeting of the Bekwando Company said explain his position, and I tell you, you'll have the whole market toppling about your ears. No concern of mine, of course. I have got rid of a few of my shares, and work a few more off before the crash. I3ut whet about you What about Bearutt Trent, the millionaire ? " can afford to lose a bit," Trent answered quietly, "I'm not afraid." De Sousa laughed a little hysterically. !' Yen think you're • financial genius, I ,uppeaa." be said, "because you've brought few things off. 'Thy, you don't know the . B 0 of the thing. Hall you this, my friend. A Cempany like the nekwando Company is C'S" muck like a woman's reputation. drop  a hint or two, start lust • bit of talk, and I tell you the dames 'll aeon do the worn" Trent turned his book upon him. "Meaty," he said, "you aren't afraid to come with me?" Monty looked at him, perplexed and troubled. " You've nothinr to be afraid of, Trent continued. "As to he money itt-Mr. Welsh's house, T settled that all up with him Wore left Attra. It belonged to you really, for I'd left more than that for you." " There is no one, then," Monty asked in a slow, painful whimper, "wh will put me in prison?" "I give you my wird, Monty," Trent declared, "that there is not a single soul who has any idea of the sort." "You see, it isn't that I mind,"- Monty continued in a low, quivering voice, "but there's any little girl My real name might come out, and I wouldn't have her know what I've been for anything." "She shall not know," Trent said, " promise you'll be perfectly safe with me." Monty rose up weakly. His knees were shaking, and he was in a pitiful state. He east a sidelong glance at the brandy bottle by his side and his hand stole out towards it. But Trent stopped him gently but firmly. "Not now, Monty," he said, "you've had enough of that ! " The man's hand dropped to his side. He looked into Trent's face, and the years seemed to fade away into a mist. "You ..e always a hard man, Scarlett Trent," he said. "You were always hard on ma!" .