s but you and Peggy!"

"Never a soul."

"Well, it's a million of money. Will you chance it?"

Mick and his sister rose. "We'll go on wid the case," said Mick. "But
supposin' Keogh turns up--"

"You've got to take chances in this life," said Blake, "if you're after
a million that doesn't belong to you. Will you chance it? Share and
share alike?"

"A million," said Mick. "Of course we'll go on wid the case. I daresay
William Grant took the name of Keogh that day he was married," and with
this ingenious suggestion Mick took his sister home, leaving Blake alone
in the office.

After his clients were gone Blake looked at the certificate for a long
time, asking himself, "Shall I take the risk or not?" He was about to do
a criminal act, and though it was not his first, he flinched every time
he crossed the border-line. He lifted his hand, and hesitated; then he
remembered his dismissal from Kuryong, and caught sight of a dunning
letter lying on his table. That decided him. The risk was worth taking.
The danger was great, but the stake was worth it. He took an eraser,
made a few swift light strokes on the paper over the almost illegible
writing, and "Patrick Henry Keogh" disappeared; on the space that it had
occupied he wrote "William Grant," in faint strokes of a pencil. He had
crossed the border-line of crime once more.

CHAPTER XXVIII. A LEGAL BATTLE.

And now, after hauling the reader pretty well all over Australia--from
mountain-station to out-back holding, from cattle-camp to buffalo
run--we must ask him to take a seat in the Supreme Court at Sydney, to
hear the trial of the "great Grant Will Case."

Gavan Blake had made no effort towards compromise. He knew the risk
he was running, but he had determined to see it through. The love, the
ambition, the hope that had once possessed him had turned to a grim
desperate hatred, and he would risk everything rather than withdraw the
case. He kept Red Mick and Peggy up to the mark with assurances that
she was certain to win. Neither he nor they knew that Considine had been
found. Even the most respectable solicitors sometimes display acuteness,
and the old man's return had been kept secret by Pinnock, so that public
opinion anticipated Peggy's victory.

At last came the day of trial. Every seat in the Court was filled, and
a mass of the unwashed hung over the gallery rail, gazing at the show
provided for their entertainment. Mary Grant and Mrs. Gordon went int