Not for
an instant had she regretted the action he had taken in giving Keith
his freedom. He was peculiarly happy because of that. She was glad John
Keith was alive.
And now that she knew the story of the old home down in the clump of
timber and of the man who had lived there, she was anxious to meet
Miriam Kirkstone, daughter of the man he had killed. Keith had promised
her they would go up that afternoon. Within himself he knew that he was
not sure of keeping the promise. There was much to do in the next few
hours, and much might happen. In fact there was but little speculation
about it. This was the big day. Just what it held for him he could not
be sure until he saw Shan Tung. Any instant might see him put to the
final test.
Cruze was pacing slowly up and down the hall when Keith entered the
building in which McDowell had his offices. The young secretary's face
bore a perplexed and rather anxious expression. His hands were buried
deep in his trousers pockets, and he was puffing a cigarette. At
Keith's appearance he brightened up a bit.
"Don't know what to make of the governor this morning, by Jove I
don't!" he explained, nodding toward the closed doors. "I've got
instructions to let no one near him except you.
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