"
Jem Agar smiled at the Doctor's vehemence, although he was aware that
such a display was far from being characteristic of the man.
"Of course," he admitted, "in the matter of honour and glory I expect to
be swindled. But I don't care. I know the chap's reputation, and all
that, but he can hardly get rid of the fact that I have done the thing
and he has not."
"I was not thinking so much of that," replied the other. "Men sell their
souls for honour and glory and never get paid."
He paused; then with the sure touch of one who has dabbled with pen and
ink in the humanities, he laid his finger on the vulnerable spot.
"I was thinking more," he said, "of what you had trusted him to
do--telling certain persons, I mean, that you were not dead. He is just
as likely as not to have suppressed the information."
Jem Agar was looking very grave, with a sudden pinched appearance about
the lips which was only half concealed by his moustache.
"Why should he do that?" he asked sharply.
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