This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ...you introduce me to your friend?" she said. "What?" said Mercer. 'Oh, that's Curtis, my foreman. Curtis, this is my wife." Curtis bowed stiffly, but Sybil held out her hand. ' How nice everything looks!" she said. ' I am sure we have you to thank for it." "Beelzebub and me," he said; and again she was struck by the utter lack of animation in his voice. He was a man of about forty, lean and brown, with an unmistakable air of breeding about him that put her at her ease at once. His quiet manner was a supreme contrast to Mercer's roughness. She was quite sure that he was not colonial born. He sat at table with them, and waited also, but he did not utter a word except now and again in answer to some brief query from Mercer. When the meal was over he cleared the table and disappeared. She looked at Mercer in some surprise as the door closed upon him. "He's a useful chap," Mercer said. "I'm sorry there isn't a woman in the house, but you'll find Beelzebub better than a dozen. And this fellow is always at hand for anything you may want in the evening." "He is a gentleman," she said almost involuntarily. Mercer looked at her. "Do you object to having a gentleman to wait on you?" he asked curtly. She did not quite understand his tone, but she was very far just then from understanding the man himself. His question demanded no answer, and she gave none. After a moment she got up, and, conscious of an oppression in the atmosphere, took off her hat and pushed back the hair from her face. She knew that Mercer was watching her, felt his eyes upon her, and wished intensely that he would speak, but he did not utter a word. There seemed to her to be something stubborn in his silence, and it affected her strangely. For a while she stood also silent, then suddenly...