All the warmth went out of her emotion. The very last tears turned cold
on her cheek. But their work was done. She had found courage,
resolution, as women do, in a good cry. With his hand covering the upper
part of his face whether to conceal his eyes or to shut out an unbearable
sight, he was stiffening up in his corner to his usual poker-like
consistency. She regarded him in silence. His thin obstinate lips
moved. He uttered the name of the cousin--the man, you remember, who did
not approve of the Fynes, and whom rightly or wrongly little Fyne
suspected of interested motives, in view of de Barral having possibly put
away some plunder, somewhere before the smash.
I may just as well tell you at once that I don't know anything more of
him. But de Barral was of the opinion, speaking in his low voice from
under his hand, that this relation would have been only too glad to have
secured his guidance.
"Of course I could not come forward in my own name, or person. But the
advice of a man of my experience is as good as a fortune to anybody
wishing to venture into finance.
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