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“I leave it to your superior knowledge of my capacity,” said Whitaker, putting aside the empty glass. “That’s my first to-day.”

Peter saw that he was telling the truth, but the edge of his disapproval remained keen.

“I hope,” he said thoughtfully, “that the man who started that lie about drink making a fellow forget died the death of a dog. He deserved to, anyway, because it’s one of the cruellest practical jokes ever perpetrated on the human race. I know, because I’ve tried it on, hard–and waked up sick to my marrow to remember what a disgusting ass I’d made of myself for all to behold.” He stopped at Whitaker’s side and dropped a hand on his shoulder. “Hugh,” he said, “you’re one of the best. Don’t….”

Whatever he had meant to say, he left unfinished because of the return of the page with his Scotch; but he had said enough to let Whitaker understand that he knew about the Carstairs affair.

“That’s all right,” said Whitaker; “I’m not goin