old glove," cried Gratton,
beside himself, shaken with jealous fury. "You have promised; you have
loved me; in your heart you love me now. Shall I stand back for a girl's
nervous whim? I tell you, you shall marry me."

Gloria's laughter, cool and insolent, maddened him. He clenched his
hands and was swept away by his passion to gusty vehemence:

"Think before you laugh! What if, instead of doing the gentlemanly
thing, I refused to marry you? Alone with me all this time; all last
night; a clerk to swear I bought clothing for you; a register to show
where we engaged a room as man and wife; the San Francisco papers
already bandying your name about, already nosing after scandal. You've
_got_ to marry me; there is nothing else for you to do!"

Gloria flushed hotly. But only in anger this time. King mystified,
looking from one to the other, turned at last to Gloria and muttered:

"For God's sake let me throw him out of the door!"

"I think it might be best first," she answered quietly, "if Mr. Gratton
remained long enough to understand that this is the last time I shall
ever speak to him or listen to a word from him. He has tried to get me
into a nasty situation; he will do all that he can to promote scandal.
But I want him to know that he will, in the end of it all, have my
father to reckon with--and my friends." Again she looked swiftly at King
and again Gratton writhed at the look. "Papa will not be here to-night;
he is hurt and in Coloma, and I'll give you his message soon. But----"

"You saw your father! In Coloma!" It was a gasp of astonishment from
Gratton. "You said nothing. You brought a message to King here?"

"And you escorted me and never guessed!" Gloria taunted him. "Really it
seems too bad, after all of your week-end trips to Coloma, after all of
your conferences with the estimable Mr. Swen Brodie!"

His prominent eyes bulged, written large with consternation. For a
moment he stood the picture of uncertainty, plucking at his lip.

"Gloria," he said shortly, "despite all you have said I shall see you
again. To-morrow, when we have both rested, I'll come to you. Now, if
you will pardon me, I'll have a word with King. Strictly business, you
may be sure, King," he concluded sarcastically.

"There's to be no business between you and me," King told him promptly.

"But there is. If you've got two grains of common sense. Look you, Loony
Honeycutt is dead at last. His secret is no longer his secret. Swen
Brod