liott and his partner, Ainnesley. Now his reply to his
sister's query was startlingly fervid.

"Progress!" he exclaimed. "Progress! I tell you he's going to win
out, in spite of all of them, damn 'em!"

Miss Sarah froze in her chair.

"Caleb!" she expostulated. "Caleb!"

And Caleb's face went hot.

"I am very sorry," he muttered contritely. "But I couldn't help it.
When I think of the way that boy has plugged on alone, all his life,
with no one to give him a lift, it--it angers me to think that the very
man whom I have prized as a friend should be the one to make his
problem harder."

"Would you mind explaining, lucidly?" Miss Sarah requested. "And if it
is business to which you are referring, will you please try to make it
as brief and non-technical as possible?"

Once he started to tell her, Caleb realized that it was just what he
had needed to do all along, without knowing it. Briefly as she had
requested, he sketched for her the facts which, so far as he was
concerned, had made of his first sneaking suspicion an absolute
certainty. And he waxed wroth in the recital.

"It's treachery," he snapped, "rank, contemptible treachery. And the
worst part of it all is that, even now, when I am morally certain of
his culpability, I--I can't bring myself to despise the man. He's been
my friend for thirty years, Dexter has, and damn it---- I beg your
pardon, Sarah--but, damn it, I keep on thinking of him, in soft
moments, as my friend now. I sit by the hour trying to foist the blame
upon Archie Wickersham, and he's no more guilty than Dexter. Dexter's
merely good-natured about his crookedness; wholesome about it, somehow.
And Wickersham's a sneak!"

In all the years they had lived together Miss Sarah had never heard her
brother talk so bitterly. Yet her voice remained soft.

"It's very unpleasant, no doubt," she sympathized, "although I can't
quite see why they don't all join hands and try to make a success of
the project between them. Surely it seems feasible. And, somehow,
even after listening to you, I don't seem to find myself greatly
perturbed about our boy, Steve. He's very big and strong, Cal,
and--and I am very old-fashioned. I still believe in the might of
right. It may sound very feminine to you, but I do not find myself
worried at all over his lack of assistance in his work. And I must
confess that I did not have it in mind, at all, when I asked in regard
to his progress."

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