"Thank you, Miss Wayne." His tone was so low she could barely catch the words. "Believe me, I value your friendship above everything else in the world."
He wrung her hand hard; and as she left him with a last fleeting smile he turned and found himself face to face with Bruce Cheniston.
At that moment the hall was empty; and before the other man could speak Anstice said quickly: "So you've won the day, Cheniston. Well, congratulations--though God knows I wish with all my heart that you had failed."
"Thanks." Cheniston ignored the latter half of the sentence with a smile Anstice felt to be insolent. "So Miss Wayne told you? I had hoped to be the first to give you the information."
"Miss Wayne told me, yes," said Anstice, taking his hat and coat from the chair where he had thrown them on his late entrance, and turning towards the door. "And I don't know that there is anything more to be said between us. Oh, yes, there is, though. One word, Cheniston." The other man had followed him to the door and now stood on the steps looking out into the fragrant July night. "I think that in all fairness you will now agree that I have paid my debt to you; wiped it out to the uttermost farthing. In future"--turning on the lowest stop he faced the man who stood above him, and in his face was a look which no other human being had ever seen there--"in future we are quits, you and I. The debt is paid in full."
And before Bruce Cheniston could frame any reply to his words Anstice turned away and was lost in the soft summer darkness.